For people who have read
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult, does the story that I wrote sound too similar to it? Nikki exited the lunch line carrying a salad and a blue Gatorade. She expertly maneuvered the craziness of the lunchroom to where the elite group of popular kids, her friends, sat at the far end of the room. Mikaela, the most popular girl in the entire high school, the one who had ...