She shifts her stance and I see her chest rise with a heavy breath, looking like she’s waiting for me to say something. Our names and pictures are on our Facebook page and the rack cards by the entrance. It’s damn near impossible to be invisible these days, and she came to an event for my band. Why isn’t she saying anything? She has to know who I am. I look at Ryen, both of us locked in an awkward silence. Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it. 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.

Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.Title: Punk 57 ( Goodreads / Purchase links)Īuthor: Penelope Douglas ( Website / Twitter / Facebook / Goodreads )

My teacher believing Ryen was a boy like me agreed. In fifth grade, my teacher sets us up with pen pals from a different school. Here’s the Book Description from Goodreads:

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