My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically I'm allergic to the world. I don't leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I see is my mom and my Nurse, Kate. But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He's tall lean and wearing all black- black T-shirt, black jeans, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare at him right back. His name is Aaron.
Maybe we can't predict the future, but we can predict somethings. For example, I, Jess, am certainly going to be a disaster
(This is my version of the story, and it has different characters. other than that all credit goes to Nicola Yoon)