“Natasha gets involved with the wrong crowd when she tries to block herself off from the break-up with Ethan and the staged relationship she had with Martin.
She throws herself into a world of skimpy clothing, partying, and getting drunk more often than not.
Despite her efforts, her feelings for Ethan keep resurfacing because he is relentlessly stalking her.
When she gets date-raped she snaps back to reality and realizes she has to pull herself together, but she fears it might be too late because signs of a possible pregnancy are starting to show more frequently.
She finally summons the courage and strength to tell Ethan off, but she might have already jeopardized everything she could have had with Martin.”
I was made to write, and because it feels like my world will stop if I don’t write, I write. Albert Einstein said logic can get you from A to B, imagination can take you everywhere, and he was right. If I don’t write I feel trapped in the confines of this world. When I write I create worlds, and I get lost in them, and my life becomes colored with infinite dimensions and places to escape to when no one understands who I am. Books allow you the freedom to live and breathe with each other, and when I write sometimes I feel its the only time I live and breathe at all. I write until I lose myself, or until I find myself again. In books you can be yourself without faces or pretences or judges. Writing is raw and honest and it makes me who I want to be, and so I want to find the words to marvel in who you are, in what you can become, and I want to write it so intensely that when you walk away after you’ve read my stuff, you feel that something in you might have changed, or shifted, or jumped. I write because its who I am.
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