“On the night before she started high school, Katelyn set the book on the grill. A scrape. A flash of orange. A whiff of sulfur. The corner caught, and the edges of the pages glowed. Aunt Ninny had given her the diary for her thirteenth birthday, saying with a wink, ‘A girl needs a place for her secrets.'”
I'm Andrea Rinard, a veteran high school English teacher whose midlife luxury is writing. I'm a native Floridian who wears shoes against my will and has mastered the art of sunscreen application and hurricane preparation. I live in Tampa with my three young adult kids and my high school Prom date. You can find me on Twitter @aprinard.
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