Corey Campbell is an adult and has been since the age of 16. While everyone else was taking their driving test she was moving in with her big brother Jackson and becoming legally emancipated from their dear old mother. (That part's a rather long story. She'd rather not bore you with all the gorey details.)
Now here she is, a little over a year later, still trying to find her way. When Jackson moves halfway across the country she's left to discover what being a grown-up on her own for the first time is all about. The only bright side to her security blanket leaving? Well, she still has her best friend Elvis to keep her swimming.
Oh, and then there's Riley. Riley with the curly hair and dimple. Riley, the fellow comic book lover and photographer. Riley, who will soon be Corey's...well...her everything.
Prologue
My name is Corey. It means strong and lively. I’ve never been told why I was named Corey, but it
might be the only thing my mom has ever done in my favor. At least until she deemed it the reason
why I was so, in her words, rebellious that she started calling me Leah when I turned 11. Leah, by
the way, means weary which I refuse to be. I guess some people would call this a love story, which
would be fair since Riley was my first love. But I prefer to think of it as a story about living life by
your own rules, moving on, and the people who taught me that family doesn’t require sharing DNA
or even the same last name.
“You can’t change your history. But you can choose to relinquish the anger, and you can choose to
recognise that there’s no perfect way to cultivate a person.”
-S. Stevens