Description
Crickets been attending University for a year now. She's officially 18, late birthday, and feels like she's seen all the school has to offer. But just as she's about to drop out, a boy joins her history class mid semester. "Cricket?" His tone is rich with disbelief. "In truth, no. My presents, well, mom really, was crazy enough to name me Jimany, as in Jimany the Cricket, so it only seemed right I aqired his slightly less masculin surname." He stares at my mouth as we speak, his own slightly jarred. "I'm kidding." I bat his arm playfully,"Cricket." I roll my name around in my mouth, scoffing it more to myself than him. I would have loved a mum, but that's life for you. Discover how he, along with her friends help her pice herself back together. Whiteness a heart of stone turned soft and soft lips collide. See how fears can consume and glares provoke. All you have to do is read, as my thoughts, become yours...
Chapter 1
