C16 Sixteen

He sounds like he means it. But that isn’t enough to stop me from shaking my head because it isn’t true. I know it isn’t true. I’m ordinary. I’m plain. The only thing special about me is what I am and what I can do.

He lifts his head, and his brow creases in a frown. “You don’t believe me.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” I tell him, as if what I’m saying doesn’t matter