Evelyn Skye

Roshani Chokshi

Byron Frost might have the name and face of a poet, but he had the soul of a mechanical pencil. 

Onny has my seriously cackling and I’m only 18 pages in lol 

Mr. Brightside continued. “True or false: spiders are insects.” 

Byron’s hand shot up. “False; they’re arachnids. All insects have six legs.”

Onny whispered, “How’d you get away with just two? You’re a miracle.” 

You’re made of love, not hardness. No matter how much you might fight against that truth, ironically enough. 