“It’s just … a lot,” Samira repeats.
Elle looks past the computer screen and removes her earbuds. Nods and puts her earbuds back in. “I have to run,” she says. “My brain has exploded, but I’m glad we talked.”
“Me too,” I say.
“Well. It was weird to meet you, Halle/Kels,” Amy says.
“Good weird?” I ask.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Amy says.
The line disconnects and it feels like we have a long way to go. But if something good came out of this whole mess, it’s the smallest possibility of weekly video chats with Amy, Elle, and Samira. It felt good, being myself with them.
I’m not sorry the truth is out, I’m only sorryhowit came out.
I’m not sorry I’m Kels.
So I know what I have to do.
April 11
Halle (aka Kels)@OneTruePastry 19min
HELLO, TWITTERVERSE. this is me (and scout!) #shelfiepic.Twitter.com/we3dkfl8 (1/4)
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Halle (aka Kels)@OneTruePastry 17min
my name is halle levitt. my grandmother was miriam levitt, former editor-in-chief of empire children’s, & I’m a book blogger/cupcake enthusiast. I thought the pseudonym would let me grow OTP independent from that legacy—instead, it made a mess of my IRL relationships. (2/4)
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Halle (aka Kels)@OneTruePastry 13min
I get that this is weird. I’ll be on hiatus until June to focus on studying for AP tests & finals. Scheduled posts will still go up! school is A LOT right now … but my DMs are open for Qs. And I’ll see you at BookCon! (3/4)
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Halle (aka Kels)@OneTruePastry 11min
If Halle is too weird, you can still call me Kels! That’s cool! (4/4)
TWENTY-FIVE
Ihaven’t baked a single cupcake in a month, not one batch.
Every time I try to bake, I can’t. At work, I stay behind the register and out of the kitchen. At home, I screw up vanilla bean batter and throw it in the trash, bowl and all.
Yesterday, Nash tweeted he’s going to NYU.
Nash Stevens@Nash_Stevens27 18hr
So thrilled to announce that I will be studying studio art @NYU!! Can’t wait to learn from the best and up my content game for everyone!
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Nash is going to NYU. He told his parents and they’re letting him go. I’msohappy for him. But I hate that I don’t know what happened and that I wasn’t there for him. I know how hard that conversation must’ve been. I hate that I want to reach out to him so bad but I can’t.