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Here is where I'm going to put some of my writing works. I might post sporatically

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Meet Me in the Lobby

MML Chapter 3

The fluorescent lights of Mr. Hemmingsworth’s AP Sociology class hum with a clinical, soul-sucking frequency. I sit three rows back and two seats over from Luanne, hidden behind the broad, stiff shoulders of my own jacket. Mr. Hemmingsworth is droning on about “social structures” and “the invisible threads that bind us,” but all I can see is the island of oak where Luanne sits alone. She doesn’t look like an invisible thread. She looks like a jagged, purple lightning bolt in a room full of
Meet Me in the Lobby

MML Chapter 2

The smudge on my thumb is stubborn. It’s a deep, galaxy-purple stain that refuses to wash off, a leftover mark from mapping the Iron Peaks until two in the morning. I like the way it looks against my skin—a reminder that I can build something out of nothing. I check the mirror. I don’t look for a person; I look for a vibe. The green turtleneck is clean, free of orange cat hair for at least the next ten minutes. I pull it on, feeling the wool hug my neck like armor. An orange blur strea
Meet Me in the Lobby

Meet Me in the Lobby (MML) Chapter One: Reflections

The lobby of the library is a quiet, neutral territory, and it is the only place I feel like I could stop pretending. I sit in one of the high-backed chairs, hidden behind the ‘Arthur’ version of myself like it was a heavy winter coat I wasn't allowed to take off. I watch people come and go through the glass doors, but my eyes always drifted toward the girls my age—the way they tucked their hair behind their ears or the specific, effortless way they took up space.   Every time I see th
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