She won't be able to say no. But I am alone here in my room. I have wanted to come here all day to think. The attention is a little much. Michael Flanders even came up to me today after Church, and he hasn't spoken to me since the fourth grade when I beat him in baseball.
Boys are so weird.
So now I drape myself in the light of the moon, watching it fall off my skin like water. I jump in and out of the puddles on my floor, leaping joyfully to the music in my head. It's funny how, as I look at my skin, I'm no longer afraid of myself. I wonder why I've never seen it before, that I'm beautiful just the way I am. I don't need fairy moonlight to make me special.