Reading King Dork by Frank Portman. So far, I'm digging it. Another alienated teenage narrator who so far meets a mysterious but attractive girl, they kiss, share a moment and then it's all shattered by the simple mentioning of the word boyfriend.
I don't want to end up alone. I'm deathly afraid of that. So again, I ask the gods and the sky... WHERE IS MY PUNK ROCK QUEEN?!
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