Lo Grant lay still in her bed, nearly asleep. She was never called Lana â€“ her real name. By friends and strangers alike she was known as just Lo. She stared at the stack of books on her nightstand, most of them were average dystopian fiction that any other fifteen year old would be reading, but scattered through were random classics novels that any other teen would have been assigned to read for school. Her parents once asked where she got them from, she simply said a friend. It was a friend, sure, but not from school, not really.
|Never Lo by Dolores Storey|