Essay on Analysis Of The Book ' The Blonde Boy '
"So, you 're the great Jordyn that Simon has been talking about!" The blonde boy says excitedly. His Irish accent is thick, but still understandable.
"And you 're one of the boys in that band, right?" I asked unsure of myself. The boy laughs, shaking his head.
"Yeah, my names Niall! Greg wasn 't able to pick you up, so Simon asked me to come." I nod my head, and he smiles at me trying to lighten the mood.
Niall starts up the truck and we drive for about five minutes in silence. I turn on music, hoping to make the atmosphere a bit more comfortable for us. I lay my head back and just listen while trying to relax. Everything is changing so fast in my life. Just this morning I was in the hospital and now I am going to work in London. It 's exciting, but scary at the same time.
A song comes on the…