Natalie
12
I didn’t move to New York, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Even as my sister, Melanie, and her douche boyfriend, Michael, argued in front of me as if I weren’t present. Or as Amy went about her normal routine in Montgomery Gallery as if she hadn’t had the most amazing weekend with Enzo. Or as I tried to act as if everything were back to normal.
But I wasn’t back to normal. I was still stuck on this damn novel. The inspiration I’d had while in New York had vanished as soon as it had come. Caroline wanted a full synopsis and to read the pages, but I seriously wasn’t ready for that.
“Oh my god, would you two shut your mouths?” Amy yelled, finally blowing a gasket.
Melanie’s mouth snapped shut. Michael whirled on Amy as if he was going to give her a piece of his mind.
