This isn't a biography.
This isn't a clinical review of a historical event.
Everything here...
Is from the eyes of a fifteen-year-old girl living in India.
No huge scandals.
No rich parents with seven sports cars.
No disastrous advents or spy agency inductions.
It's all everyday things.
And it's all real.
It's happened to her. My closest friend, the one I can't live without. The one who's gone through it all, the one who wants to talk to you. Here. Now.
As for where it started?
I could say March 24, 2020.
I could say February 20, 2017.
But I think... it all started on August 1, 2011.
When we were born.
YOU ARE READING
Just Another Girl
Non-FictionTried. Failed. Tried again. Failed. Stopped trying. Did she fail again... or did she finally win? A diary. A memoir. A journey. Of just another girl. In the universe.
