Below you can find the first chapter of Tesselate.
She guessed she had always been weak. She had always struggled talking to people, her face lighting up like a flare when she met others; even through the layer of makeup pasted on her skin. She avoided arguments and held a poker face when she would overhear the other kids talking about her in school, terrified of confrontation. She was even weak against herself and her thoughts that would scratch and tear at her; completely vulnerable to her own mind. But this was probably the strongest thing she had ever done.
She wore a large white men’s shirt – who’s shirt it was she wasn’t sure, that was more of a dress on her, purple ruffled pyjama shorts and last night’s make up. She had just woken and had yet to check the time, assuming it was only 10 in the morning; sure that she still had long to make plans for the day.
After several long confused and worried moments of staring and contemplating whether the microwave was broken, Molly glanced at the oven and there on another tiny small digital screen read 3:25 pm. She stared at that too, perhaps for a couple moments longer, trying to recall what her last thought had been and why she was staring at the oven.
Cody was her best friend – or the closest thing to it anyway. She had stayed with Cody when she got kicked out almost two months ago for back-chatting her mother and Cody practically jumped at the opportunity to be ‘roomies’, offering Molly her very own bedroom in her palace without having to pay a single thing until Molly’s mum eventually begged her to move back after a month.