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hedva grinned. Finally, this was her moment. Her hands trembled as she waited for the page to load. Why do things take so much longer when you need them to be quick, she wondered. She shook the laptop, as if that would wake it up. Eventually, after what seemed to her like hours, the screen came to life.

Opening… chedvasterling@gmail.com

Finally. Fingers poised on the keyboard, Chedva began to think about what to actually write. Hmm, what was that idea she had thought about in the shower last night? Or how about starting with a bang? Maybe she was just better off sending a letter to Perfect Publications. Letters would show how eidel she was. But was that the impression she should give? Who wants to listen to some eidel kneidel?

She thought about asking her mother for advice. But… that was just so childish. Anyway, her mother was likely to give her some sensible idea. That was exactly what Chedva did not want. No way, Chedva Sterling was going to pave her own path, make her own way, and inspire the masses! Hmm, now wouldn’t that be such a good title to her email? Or was it too cliché? Probably.

She wondered how to get her message across. I mean honestly, she asked her bedspread, why would they want to listen to me? I’m just a kid to them, even if I don’t feel like one. But I must believe in myself. What was it that my teacher always used to say? Oh yeah — if you have something to share and you don’t, it’s like you’re stealing. Yikes. I had better do something about this, then. Anyway, I exist as much as other people even if I am only 17 years old. I still exist! Hey, wait. That would be such a good email subject.