![]() The two main characters are your stereotypical “I’m not like other girls/boys” trope. This book is your typical teen book filled to the brim with cliques. Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.Īfter reading Birthday Girl and not loving it, I decided to give Penelope Douglas another shot. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha neither would be a stretch. Name’s Ryen loves Gallo’s pizza and worships her iPhone. Until I run across a photo of a girl online. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. ![]() She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am. ![]() Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…Īnd that was the start. ![]() And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. ![]()
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