I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me.
In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.
It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…
And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.
Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.
We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it?
Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?
F*ck it. I need to meet her.
I just don’t expect to hate what I find.
He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.
Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should've gotten his number or picture or something.
He could be gone forever.
Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.
I'm not usually a YA reader, but her series (Fall Away & Devil's Night) straddle that line that makes it interesting enough to not bore me with teen angst and drama. Punk 57 was no different. Yes we are starting out in high school, but these characters bring something more to the story than just the usual high school b/shit. I loved Ryen and Misha, and to get a cameo from our Devil's Night guys added a great aspect to the story as a whole.
While reading this story I realized I experienced a lot of the same things as Ryen did in school, so i could relate to being alone and wanting so badly to fit in. The things you do to not be an outcast, are things you regret later. But I never had a Misha. Someone who I could pour my heart out to, even somewhat anonymously. Someone who I let see the real me in the midst of trying to survive the hardest world a child can face growing up, trying to fit in.
Their chance meeting, Misha's loss, Ryen's sense of abandonment. It all plays out to what is an inevitable bond that time and circumstance can't stop. They were meant to be together.
Loved every word of this book, wish it was a series because I would love to read about Ten or Manny too.