I’m not a nerd.
I’m not even a very good girl.
But I am a person.
A person with feelings, hopes, desires.
But I’m also a person with secrets.
Secrets that could break apart the way my family looks at me, as well as some of my friends.
I’m a person with desires.
Desires… far from reach yet not quite unattainable.
I’m a hormonal teenage girl as well.
I crush.
I cry.
I ‘forget’ to do my homework.
I swear.
And I dream at night of how things could be different.
I dream at night, pretending to be someone I will not ever be.
Because that’s the only thing I have to hope for.
That someday I can be Vannah.