Mistalee

Not all boys are cool,
Hot,
and can flirt like a pro.

Most of them are lame,
Stutter,
take hours to master a quiff,
Or even obsess over a certain sadistic anonymous writer on BumbleB, an online reading platform. 

But life isn't just food, guitar, lame jokes and BumbleB.

And crossroads in the name of a forgotten childhood friend, a strange BumbleB writer and new friends might just be what Varun needs to learn the meaning of Life.

Or probably not.


Crossroads | A Young Adult Novel

And the similarities slapped me across the face. I didn't remember Kiranya's face but I remembered her black pixie hair. I remembered how even when we were small, her palm against mine made me feel like a giant though it was more or less the same size. Or how she tilted her head when she was thinking new models for our sand castle. 


How Kiranya was shy but really happy. How she smiled every second. How she was friendly to everyone. How she had warm eyes while all BookManiac12 had were corpse eyes. 


BookManiac12 was nothing like the Kiranya I knew. 


"Argh!" I groaned for the thousandth time as I tried to play my guitar in hopes of cooling my nerves. 


I felt really, really betrayed, you know? 


f i v e [ p r i n c e c h a r m i n g ] - part 1