By Jennifer Lee

Jennifer Lee lives in New York City, where she studies Emily Dickinson and wishes she owned a cat. Mostly, she's just waiting for college. She has been a mentee with Girls Write Now, an organization that pairs teen girls with women writers as their personal mentors, for three years now.

  1. Dear Rora: I love you, and so I am letting you go. I love you no less in saying this; in fact, maybe I can love you more freely now that I can say that I am not responsible for you. I cannot help you. I am not even near brave enough to call you because I am afraid of the gaping silence at the other end of the line. I don’t know where you…

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