About Becoming My Own Sun Novel
"On the final day to submit early decision applications, my childhood friend Tanner Whitlock suddenly switched his choice to the same university as Harper Sullivan, the campus queen.
His friends ribbed him mercilessly: ""What about your girl next door?""
""Didn't you two swear six years ago you'd both apply to MIT?""
Tanner paused, as if the memory had just surfaced. He shrugged with practiced nonchalance: ""Drielle? She'll be fine. She's got my Common App login.""
""Once she sees I switched, she'll just change hers to match. Girl can't make a move without me.""
The words hit like ice water.
I slipped away quietly, my face a careful mask of indifference.
That evening, I didn't check the application portal. Didn't follow his digital breadcrumbs like some lovesick puppy.
What Tanner didn't understand was this:
He could chase his golden girl to the ends of the earth, but I had my own stars to reach for.
The dream I'd bled for through countless midnight study sessions—it had never been about trailing in his wake. It had always been about finding my own way to fly."