Glass Girl
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I was so proud of myself and so convinced that I was supposed to learn something from the whole experience. It wasn’t until I met you that I finally understood. I’ve been watching you climb, Meg, since I met you. Every part of you has hurt. There’s been nothing pleasant about all the work you’ve had to do to get to the summit. But, by God, you made it. You stood on the top and you got a clear picture of what was around you and where you came from.
It’s that view of where you’ve been. That’s what it’s about isn’t it? The climb is horrible, but the clarity at the top is something. That was what I was supposed to learn and it’s what I learned from you.
This whole thing with Wyatt and with your mom would’ve broken a lesser person. Remember how hard it was on your body and your mind? How much you wanted to stop and turn around but you couldn’t because there was nowhere to go?
It’s all been a leap of faith for you, Meg. You couldn’t even see the darn ledge you were leaping to, but you believed it was there. You figured out all on your own that the whole point was to trust in a higher power who had a plan—who made the ledge, and gave you legs that could jump. You closed yourself off to all the distractions the world was feeding you, and you trusted that there was more.
Is it any wonder I love you?
I could’ve sworn I saw you smile at me…that first day in Landman’s class. Did you? It made me nuts. It made me want to grab your hand. I wanted you to tell me that it wasn’t just me. And those green eyes. I had to keep myself from saying something crazy to you right then. I had a hard time getting any work done that afternoon. That night I started seeing your face in my dreams.
I miss you, Meg. I hung the painting on the wall next to my pillow so you’re the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning. Someday I’ll have the real thing.
Always Yours, Henry
About the Author
© Natalie Diehl
Laura Anderson Kurk bets she has more cringe-worthy teenage memories than you. She calls writing for teen girls and young adults great therapy, especially since she knows teens who’ve been hit with life’s cruel one-two punch and still find reason to hope.
She’s always been a writer. As a child in rural Oklahoma, she wrote stories, wrapped them in plastic and duct tape, and hid them under rocks in the creek behind her house so her brother couldn’t find them. She holds a B.A. in English from Abilene Christian University and an M.A. in English from Texas A&M University. After a career spent writing for others, she committed to telling the stories that mean something to her.
She lives in College Station, Texas with her husband and two children.
www.laurakurk.com
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
About the Author