TITLE: Perfect Equation
GENRE: YA contemporary
I write two things at the top my To Do List 1. Win the track scholarship (possible) and 2. Find a boyfriend I can trust (verging on impossible).
Mom died last year after a brutal bout with chemo and Dad married some bimbo who makes my life hell. I smell my stepmother's perfume wafting in from the hall—sophisticated, like a pretty, little rich girl. Only my dad's not rich. Oh, God, just the thought of her makes depression ooze through me, sucking me down into its murky depths.
I need a really good run to get out of the depths. Running is my medicine. It's a lot cheaper than taking antidepressants and no side effects. I can't run right now, though. I have to get ready for school.
While I yank a comb through my thin brown locks, I picture myself running...free...alive. I stop combing and remember that running isn't all great. I have to compete well to have any hope of going to college. If I don't win that track scholarship, I'll be stuck in this small, boring, northern Wisconsin town, being bored AND depressed as hell for the rest of my life.
I'm pumping myself up right now, taking deep breaths and picturing me next year, living in the state capitol. I'm trudging up Bascom Hill, taking courses like The Meaning of Life and Spinoza, then huddling over steamy coffee in the student union, discussing my class notes with a trustworthy hot guy.