As I plummet through the crisp night air, I think about whether things might have been different if I had just told the truth from the beginning. 
 A few weeks ago, there was a trending topic on Twitter, to my great amusement. For those who missed, it, here's a fantastic (and absolutely hilarious) summary of the highlights. 
 http://www.buzzfeed.com/danieldalton/... 
 #veryrealisticYA sums up what a book's plot would be, if the inconvenient (and boring) reality of life had occurred, instead of the highly improbable events that usually occcur in Young Adult books. Granted, #veryrealisticYA would not make for very fabulous books, but it does make one laugh at the plots of some stories. But of course, some young adult novels are better, more believable, less annoying than others, regardless of the implausibility. 
 Some books have the ability to make us relate to the characters, believe in the characters, support the characters, regardless of the implausibility of the plot. 
 This book does not. Here is this book's version of #veryrealisticYA. 
 Murder is a pretty serious charge. You can go to jail, you can try to flee. Regardless of what TV shows and books tell you, people usually get caught. As dumb as they're made out to be in the media, you gotta admit, law enforcement does their job. If you kill someone, you will likely get caught. If you're lying, chances are very high that you will be found out. 
 What I should have done was just confess to the alibi. Tell them my buddy wanted to go hook up with a girl and needed someone to cover. 
 This entire book is a manual of: What not to do when you're in trouble with the police. 
 1. Lie to the cops 
 2. Be a little shithead asshole 
 3. Run away (oh, that really helps) 
 I get it. It's not supposed to be fucking realistic. No, I do not want to read about a highly realistic teenager who stays in bed all of her Saturdays with a stack of books, an entire package of Little Debbies' Peanut Butter Bars, and a bag of Cheetos (True story. Let's take a moment to mourn my youthful metabolism) and did ABSOLUTE NOTHING. Nobody wants to read about that. But neither do I want to read about moron teenagers whose thought process seems to be "Hmm, should I do the right thing, a, the wrong thing, b, or MAKE THE WORST CHOICE I COULD POSSIBLY MAKE? I THINK I LIKE MY CHANCES WITH THE LATTER." 
 In short: this book gave me a headache. I hated all the characters. The main character almost died in the prologue from jumping off the cliff. I wish he had.