Marks Schoolgirl: Melody

It was a promise.

A story.

And Melody Marks—honor student, quiet girl, secret writer—was finally ready to tear it apart. melody marks schoolgirl

Melody didn’t answer. But for the first time, she smiled. Not a polite smile. A real one. After school, she didn’t go straight home. She took the long way, through the old arboretum behind the academy. The cherry trees were blooming, petals falling like pink snow. She sat on a weathered bench, pulled out a notebook, and began to write. It was a promise

But today, during fourth-period English, something cracked. pulled out a notebook