Was this story written about me? I shrugged. Yes or no? I shrugged again, finally earning a little scowl, which somehow made the girl even more pretty. Its very rude not to answer simple questions, she said. I gestured for my journal, but she still wouldnt give it to me. So I took out my pen and wrote on my palm. I cant, I wrote. Then, in tiny letters below it: Now dont you feel like a jerk? Parker Sante hasnt spoken a word in five years. While his classmates plan for bright futures, he skips school to hang out in hotels, killing time by watching (and sometimes stealing from) the guests. But when he meets a silver-haired girl named Zelda Toth, a girl who claims to be quite a bit older than she looks, hell discover there just might be a few things left worth living for.