My mother caught up to me as I stalked toward the exit. “Angela!” she shouted.
I didn’t answer. I was too overwhelmed with emotion. I didn’t want to say something I would regret. She appeared next to me, keeping up with me. I never knew her short, chubby legs could go that fast. “You don’t need a seventy five dollar pair of jeans,” she stated, calmly.
She was the most frugal woman in the world, I swear. She didn’t even shop at the mall herself. Most of the time, my mother did shopping for her clothes at consignment shops. I had to admire that quality in her. She’d give up anything for herself if she felt like her kids needed something more.
At the moment, I noticed her examining me. She could see I was a loose cannon. That any given moment, I would snap at her. She was trying her hardest to reason with me. But, at that very second, I couldn’t be reasoned with.
I stopped mid-stride, trying to keep calm. “But everyone at school has jeans like that! You never let me wear anything cool!”
Coming Soon
A WHISPER TO A SCREAM
(The Sociopath Diaries 1)
Sometimes love… can be deadly.
YA Horror/Suspense/Romance- October 4,2011
Ellory Graham detested high school. She relished the fact that she was a rebel. A wild, carefree, type of girl. She basked in the glory of being the type of girl who stood up to authority. Unfortunately for her, her upfront, honest and bitchy nature always managed to land her in some kind of trouble.
Adam Jacobs was everything Ellory was not. Not only was he beautiful, but he was smart, artistic, and sweet. To almost every girl he seemed like the total package- that all around perfect guy. But in a town were nothing particularly interesting happens, and gossip seems like the only fun thing to do, sometimes those perfections become flaws. And it doesn’t take long for Ellory to find out,even Adam has secrets. But Adam’s secrets are the kind of secrets people die for…
Chapter One: High School
It didn’t take me long to come to the conclusion that high school sucks. Tedious. Repetitive. Social. Those three words summed up the way I felt about my school predominantly. Logan High, oh how I loathed the name. From the outside, it looked like your normal, everyday, high school. On the inside, well, that was a completely different story. I wouldn’t say I hated it all together, but it was something I didn’t want on my to-do list every day. Still, there I was, a senior, counting down the days to graduation. One hundred and eighty six days to go. Yeah, this was going to be a long year.
I sat at my desk, completely zoning out, waiting for class to begin when someone dug their text book into the corner of my back. I turned around annoyed. “What the hell?”
My face instantly relaxed when I saw it was my best friend, Wren. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” she chirped.
Wren’s parents went through some kind of weird bird obsession and that’s how she got her name. It was either Wren or Robin. She was glad they picked Wren. “At least it’s unique,” she’d say. I agreed with her. There weren’t very many Wren’s that I knew. Actually, she was the only Wren I knew.
Wren and I were a surprise pairing as far as friends went. She was the suck-up, I was the slacker. As in she got straight A’s and I got straight C’s. She also always looked too perfect, too put together. She brushed a strand of her golden, blonde, hair off of her shoulder. Today it was poker straight and she donned a little black headband that added to her Barbie doll image.
Perfection, when it came to the way I looked, was something I could never master. Wren reached up, smoothing down a piece of my unruly, naturally curly, hair. “Your hair was sticking up.” I shrugged. My hair had a mind of its own.
I hadn’t even realized I zoned off again until Wren tapped me on the head with her pen. “Well.”
I met her gaze. “Well, what?”
“What’s wrong with you today?” she asked, probing my eyes for answers.
“I just don’t want to be here.”
“Do you ever?”
“No.”
“Well then, suck it up. We don’t have much longer until graduation.”
Graduation, the word was music to my ears. I couldn’t wait to get out of this hell hole.
About the Author
Lauren Hammond knew from a young age that she was born to be a writer. After publishing her first novel in 2007, she then went on to write several screenplays and a few award winning poems. She aspires to be a positive role model for young people who have a pencil, a piece of paper, and a dream. Never give up on your dreams, you might wake up one day and regret not pursuing them. She currently serves as the Executive Literary Manager for ADA Management Group, has twelve novels slated for release between 2011 & 2012, and resides in Ohio.
Copyright
Copyright 2011 by Lauren Hammond. All rights reserved. Printed in the USA. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except for quotations written in articles or reviews.
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real people, events, organizations, etc; are only used for authenticity purposes and are used ficticiously. All dialogue, incidents, and characters are drawn from the authors imagination and are not to be construed as real.