I have no examples I feel like supplying today, but the paragraph above is a really good way to describe 90% of my frustrations in life. Secret-telling. Secret-keeping. It washes me out, even more than sprinting with Kayla down the sides of a soccer field does. I wish it didn't.
I wonder if that's why my newest story is about secrets, secrets that can't be told, secrets that can be used against us, secrets that could have protected us, secrets that tear us apart.
I hate secrets. And so does Jessamine. Jessa is my main character in my story. She's darling, a pretty little 15-year-old, dreading her 16th birthday, when truth will shatter and she'll have to pick up the pieces, sorting the lies from reality. All the while fighting the destructive nature of her new wings . . .
Anyways, that's all I got for today. I'm thinking of posting an excerpt soon--so keep your eyes posted for it!
Random things about Jessamine:
- She is the middle child of three girls, all cleverly named with the beginning of J.
- Older sister is named Jocelyn.
- Younger is Jazmin.
- In order from oldest to youngest, their nicknames are Jocy, Jessa, and Jazz.
- Jessamine has blonde hair.
- She sees her father only every five months, when he comes back from the airforce.
- She is adopted, but her other sisters are biologically related.
- She has a nightmare every single night, and it happens to be about wings.
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