I was a child of divorce, an emo kid, a confused teenager with braces and permissive parents.

After school I would chat with boys–sometimes men–in AOL chat rooms. One of those men targeted me as a fourteen year old, luring me to a dingy motel. For the prologue of my book, I decided to share this story as the gateway to my experience, setting the stage for a story set in the dark corners of the internet. If you’re reading this, I promise you won’t be disappointed. 

1-2. Pictures me around 2005 with the dye-job I did myself (clearly)

3. My group of friends and my older boyfriend in the car, circa 2006. I was 13. 

4. Bonus pic of me when I was 4ish years old circa 1996.