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Contents Title Page Copyright Notice Dedication One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven Thirty-Eight Thirty-Nine Forty Forty-One Forty-Two Acknowledgments About the Author Newsletter Sign-up Copyright Guide Cover Title Page Dedication Contents ONE Acknowledgments Copyright Pagebreaks of the print version Cover Page v vii ix 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 305 306 307 308 309 Begin Reading Table of Contents About the Author Copyright Page Thank you for buying this St. Martin’s Publishing Group ebook. To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. Or visit us online at us.macmillan.com/newslettersignup For email updates on the author, click here. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillanusa.com/piracy. This is dedicated to anyone who has ever felt hopeless and didn’t believe they could have a happy ending. You are worthy. Please note that this book contains themes about and nongraphic references to suicide ONE Do you want to know a secret? I mean, when has the answer to that question ever been no? Even if you’re sure it’s gonna lead to something like doom, there’s still a part of you that needs to answer yes, right? A part that wants to know more than anything else. I know all about secrets. The good ones: Christmas presents and ditching class, hidden boxes of Funfetti mix for birthday cakes. And the hard secrets—the ones that gnaw until they work their way free of you like a scream. The bad ones that are less secret, more lie: I’m fine, Coley (she wasn’t). I’ll call my therapist (she didn’t). I’ll be here after school (liar, liar, liar). Once upon a time, I thought I had a handle on it. A juggling act: Mom’s secrets and mine, never the two should meet. But it all came crashing down. And now I have no mom and a dad who barely has a hold on the meaning of that word, and there are way too many things simmering under my skin. Secrets that are more like truths when you winnow them down: I’m not like other girls. And no, not in that bullshit way guys use to try to compliment you. Please—give me some credit here. You watch the movies, you hear enough songs, you read the love stories, and they all tell you how it’s supposed to go: Girl is double-braided, freckled sweetness. Light-up sneakers and torn jeans as she plays and skips and twirls on the city sidewalk. Girl is unbothered. There’s no gnawing question. There’s no What if you’re … So Girl grows up. Girl gets the boy next door tripping over his feet, or the football player missing his throws, or the quiet geek proving his worth (while getting hot during a makeover montage; let’s be real). And then Girl marches off, arm in arm with her guy, happily ever after. The road’s so well-worn there’s probably a trench in the middle of it. It’s the road you’re supposed to choose. The one everyone expects you to travel. But you, the girl not like other girls … you look down that road, and it’s not shiny and bright. The thought of it doesn’t make you feel any of the ways ever described in story or song. And those people, they’re not all lying—which means there’s a secret you’re keeping even from yourself. That feeling you can’t—and now maybe won’t—name. You push it down. You ignore it like it’s a plant that’ll shrivel away. But you’re the thing that’s shrinking. And one day you learn: it’s