52 LIKES
Medeia Sharif
YA Paranormal/Evernight Teen/@
47K
*Editor's Pick*
After a brutal rape and near-murder,
Valerie wants to get past feelings of victimhood from both the assault and her history
of being bullied. Not knowing the identity of her masked rapist and dealing
with the nasty rumors about that night are two things that plague her
daily.
Valerie will have to follow ghostly
entities, past victims of the rapist-murderer, contacting her through a social
media site. Why do all of their eerie photos have 52 likes under them? Their
messages are leading her to the mystery man, although he’ll put up a fight to
remain hidden.
14+
due to adult situations
WOW!!! I can't even describe into words what this book has me feeling! I can't even remotely tell you what I want to tell you! This is the first book that I have been asked to review that pretty much has me speechless for a review! If you have not picked this book up, please do! It's an amazing story of survival!
*Received for an honest review*
*Received for an honest review*
Excerpt:
With the girls
closest to me, I see their Picomatic profile page, which is a reminder that I
have a direct message on there. “Did you DM me on Picomatic?” I whisper to
Cookie.
She shakes her
head, briefly looking up from her notebook. I should be writing too, but can’t
concentrate on the five questions Ms. Garland wrote on the board. She’s seated
behind her desk as a student approaches her to ask a question. The student is
blocking her face, so she can’t see me at all. During times like these, when
teachers are busy, I whip out my phone.
I slide my phone
out of my pocket and into my lap. It used to be a wonderful distraction that
entertained me during boring lectures and educational videos. Seeing others on
Picomatic, I’m now dying to know what the DM is about. Even if it’s an
inappropriate or harassing one, I need to see it. If it upsets me, I’ll report
it as spam. If it's extremely bad, pertaining to that night, I have to tell
someone, even though last year the school didn't do much in the way of
protecting me from the trio, which was the quartet back then
since Hector would play their vicious games.
I open my
Picomatic page. Selfies abound, some from a few seconds ago. Most pictures are
from P.E. or some other class where teachers don't supervise as much. Some
people are taking pictures of work that has been graded, bragging about A's or
criticizing teachers who gave them F's. I tap the corner, where the direct
messages are. If it’s a graphic with THOT or some other message on it, I need
to know that’s not who I am. I never was. Be brave, I urge myself.
There’s a DM from
someone named 2beautiful. I can’t recall any friends who use that handle. Where
the profile pic should be, there’s a close-up of an eye. The eye is lined, with
heavy mascara and purple and blue eye shadow. It’s an attractive picture,
although eye pics can be deceiving. Sometimes the rest of the person isn’t as
pretty. I don’t recognize this eye, although anyone’s eye can be transformed
like this with the right makeup.
I scroll down to
see the picture message she sent me. I frown, unsure of what this is, who this
is. It’s almost pornographic, but not really since it’s just a sliver of skin,
although there’s a hint of the girl’s V between her legs.
The picture is of
a slender, yet curvaceous naked hip. The bone protrudes slightly and I can tell
the girl is pear-shaped. I’m also pear-shaped, which is especially noticeable
around Christmas time when I gain five pounds from eating too much during
winter break.
This photo of a girl’s
hip has 52 likes. I gasp. Is it a photo of me? Did someone take a
picture of me at home or in the shower? Then I think back to the rape, of the
flashes of light…I thought it was lightning, but I could be wrong. He had
pulled me down to the floor and knocked me around. The room was dark. Maybe I
didn’t notice every single thing he had done to me. Had the rapist photographed
me?
Author
Bio:
I’m
a Kurdish-American author who was born in New York City, and I presently call
Miami my home. I received my master’s degree in psychology from Florida
Atlantic University. After becoming a voracious reader in high school and a
relentless writer dabbling in many genres in college, I found my niche writing
for young people. Today I'm a MG and YA writer published through various
presses. In addition to being a writer, I'm a middle school English teacher. My
memberships include Mensa, ALAN, and SCBWI.
Website:
http://www.medeiasharif.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/sharifwrites
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