" She sipped her last few sips, taking in the taste of a cold cherry cola.
She can hear the car hons coming from down below.
She cried with laughter,
When she saw people walking and confused them as ants from the top of the building.
She smelled the thin smug and made a disgusted face.
She felt the wind scream at her face.
and she began to yell,
and she yelled at the wind,
her happiness,
her past lovers,
and most surprisingly
herself. "
- Excerpt of a book Ill never write -
- Jennifer Cano