Confused: Nichole

Nichole. A girl whom many, for unknown reasons, fear. The 'quiet kid', the one that, in the event of a school shooter, they'd be the one with the gun. At least, that's what most of the student body of WHS see. What they don't see, however, is the girl who can't seem to grasp even the most basic ideas of emotion. The girl who has long seeked out the meaning of the anomaly called love. The girl who wakes every morning wondering why she has an ache in her chest. The mental scars that not even Nichole herself sees. This is a story that follows a young teenager as she goes through life, seeking to understand both herself, and others, just a little bit better, and maybe, just maybe, find the meaning of love along the way. I've never written a book before, and honestly, this was a spur of the moment idea. If this ever does get published on here, just know that it's likely going to be a bit bland and not well done. Don't expect too many updates unless I just have some sudden inspiration. Anyways, enjoy! This is being written on Wattpadd originally, check it out there if you want, or not, up to you!