Escrito por Grace
I am Melody.
I prefer books to people. Books don't keep secrets, only surprise birthday party secrets. And those are the nice ones, unlike the double - agent secret my ex- best friend had. I don't need friends.
I am fine on my own, just hiding in my book den, reading. The book den is like magic to me, behind my bed, decorated with paper chains and fairy lights. A blanket for the roof and lots of pillows to block the door. And of course, books. I feel safe there.
I was once a social butterfly, I had lots of friends. Until Milly betrayed me in our drawing club. She had pretended to be my friend. For all those years. Drawing made me think of her so I decided to read instead.
But every time she looks at me I want to cry. But I am strong and I don't need her... or the ghostly memories of the past...