Bayley Albrecht's dream is to play soccer on BYU’s South Field. When she is invited to Soccer Camp the summer before her senior year in high school, she knows she’s just one step closer to her dreams. Things get even better when she meets Matt Macauley, the star of the men’s soccer team. When they decide to write each other while Matt is on his mission, Bayley figures her life can’t get any better. But it certainly can get worse…
After she receives a minor concussion from playing soccer, Bayley discovers she has a disease called alopecia which causes her to lose her hair. As Bayley struggles to deal with the reality of her baldness she finds herself having to make some tough decisions. Can she still play soccer? Does she even want to? More importantly, should she tell Matt? And will he still want her when she does? Becoming Bayley is the story of one girl’s journey through self-discovery, of the definition of true love, and of the realization that as a daughter of God, she is of infinite worth.
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I’ve always loved telling stories. My favorite is the one where I sent the wrong letter to the right boy. We were married the next summer. I attended LDS Business College where I earned an Associate’s in Computer Technology and Brigham Young University where I should have majored in English. I live on a lush farm in the heart of Virginia complete with rolling hills, two rivers, more trees than I care to count and a haunted house overlooking two cemeteries. When I’m not busy writing, I can be found chasing cows, fireflies, my four adorable children or my extremely hot husband.
If you were that girl in high school who was popular, a straight A student, dated the cutest guy, drove the best car, won prom queen, got a full ride to your top college of choice, always got along with your parents...then good for you.
You are definitely not me.
I love writing young adult fiction. It sucks up every spare atom of space in my chest. I live for the angst, that first kiss, the struggle to figure out who you are and where you want to end up.
I'm a sucker for the underdog. I want her to win, no matter what. Even if she is a stallion named Secretariat. (And yes I know that's not a YA story. I still love it anyway.)
But it's all a reflection of me.
Because high school was not epically amazing for me, which probably makes me normal.
More days than not, my dad and I argued. My basketball team, of which I was co-captain, was 1-17 my junior and senior years. (No, I didn't accidentally flip those stats. We cried together in the girls locker room after an almost win.) I had stupid hair, no boobs and a ridiculous curfew. None of the popular girls liked me. I knew what it felt like to be the new girl. I knew what it felt like to walk smack into a pole the first day as the new girl. Yep. I did that. In front of EVERYBODY. I never got the lead role in a play. I worked for every A I got. I watched as the boy I loved walked down the hall with another girl day after day, my heart beating all its contents onto the floor as they went. Conversely, I was the girl who was kissed by the boy she didn't want to be kissed by and who broke his heart in half. And I had to live with that.
I never did feel comfortable in my own skin. My stomach had a little knot in it most days and I was always on edge, always looking ahead until I could get out of that place and become who I really wanted to be.
So when Bayley's hair all falls out and she gets ditched by her date to Senior Prom two weeks before the event, I can write that.
And when Sarah watches the boy she's been in love with since she was ten hold another girl's hand, I can write that. And when she has to bury the older brother who was her best friend in the world, I can write that.
And when Emily has her heart ripped from her chest as she hands over her baby for adoption, I can write that too.
But I also get to write how each of those girls overcomes the hurt and the struggle.
And with each success I write, I succeed a little more. I become a little more of who that sixteen-year- old version of me wanted to grow up to be.
And that makes it all worth it.