Why Do I Want To Write YA, Again?

She wasn't perfect. "Throw the ball," her tough sports coach yelled at her. "Ahh," she said, and she squeezed her eyes closed, and threw. The ball exploded. Then she fell down the stairs. "Oh NO," she moaned. "How am I supposed to do business at the bottom of the stairs?

Just the beginning of Mallory Ortberg's Flaws Only A Protagonist Could Have. It's hilarious. Go read it.