reminisce.

For the first ten years of my life I always imagined myself a princess. I always saw myself being an amazing, and beautiful person. 

Everyone saw me as a loving girl who just wanted happiness for everyone and only wanted to see people smile.

Until the eleventh grade, when my crush Rayan Lopez called me ugly. I adored that boy with everything, since 7th grade, and that was the day....

I realized I wasn't a princess after all. 

It's amazing how quickly someone can defeat your dream with the utterance of one word.

Whoever said words don't hurt, must have never experienced this. 

Twenty years later, I cringe whenever I hear it and am immediately brought back to that rainy afternoon when the love for myself diminished. 

That's why when I opened up my mail and found an invitation to my high school reunion...

I nearly passed out. 

Okay, I really am thinking about not doing a sequel to Marvin's Room, and just continuing to write on it. Buried Alive wasn't working out for me, it's only logical for me to continue writing on there.

I NAMED IT REMINISCE. CAUSE YOU KNOW, LIKE REMEMBER. YEAH. :-) 

actually excited for this book.