"We were perfect together. Until we met." I can't help but smile at the lyrics in her letter. I miss her.

In fifth grade, my teacher got us in touch with a colleague from another school to become pen pals. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, he matched me with his student, Reene. My teacher, believing Reene was a boy like me, agreed.

It didn’t take long to realize the mistake. And in no time, we started arguing about everything. The best pizza delivery. Android or iPhone. Whether Eminem is the greatest rapper of all time... And that was the beginning. For the next seven years, it was us.

Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes one comes a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one keeping me on track, calming me, accepting everything I am. We had only three rules. No social networking, no phone numbers, no pictures. Things were good. Why ruin them?

Until I found a picture of a girl online. Her name is Reene, she loves Gallo’s pizza, and adores her iPhone. What are the odds? Well, I have to meet her. I’m not expecting to hate what I find out.

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She hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Is she dead? Arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a surprise. Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know that someone’s listening. It’s my fault. I should have gotten his phone number or a picture or something.

He might be lost forever. Or right under my nose and I don’t even know it. Punk 57 is a standalone romance story. Suitable for ages 18+.

Pages: 336, Year of Publication: 1208, Dimensions: 12.6x12.6cm