VIOLET BOOK 01 tells a story tale about Violet Benton, a seventeen year old teenager who lives in a small town named Arrington.
Violet Benton herself, has things weighing on her, but still, she keeps her head high and proceeds ahead.
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The Next Morning, I had completed my class assignments for both Miss. Lane and Miss. Sanchez.
So, right now, I'm sitting at a table with my Dad, snacking on a granola bars.
"What do you want, Violet?" My Dad asked me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him.
"You're visiting me at work, and we're snacking, so, what is it, Violanthe?" My Dad asked me.
"I've completed my class assignments and so, I'm here, with you, Dad." I said to him.
"Violet, I know you, just like your Mom knows you and Boni, and I'm pretty sure your best friends you as well, so, what is it?" My Dad asked me.
"I was at Oak Valley, I met a woman named Eleanor Reese. She's a psychopath. A sadistic psychopath. And she's a bad seed." I tell my Dad about my arch-nemesis.
"And I assume that you got the cut wound on your cheek from her, right?" My Dad said.
"Yeah." I said. "By the way, I'll see you around, love you, Dad." gently putting the rest of my granola bar in my mouth eating it, and walking away.
"Love you too, Violet." My Dad said.
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ARRINGTON GENERAL HOSPITAL
My Mom is with her colleague, Mrs. Hedrick. She and I exchange looks at each other as she speaks to Mrs. Hedrick.
Afterwards, my Mom and I are in the lounge room.
"Your Dad told me that you two had a father-daughter at the Benton Construction." My Mom said.
"He did?" I said, giving her a knowing look. "Of course, you and Dad always talk."
"Yeah. So, is that why you're here? A mother-daughter talk?" My Mom said. "By the way, your Dad also told me about Eleanor Reese, who's that?"
"Your worst nightmare." I said. "So, you and Mrs. Hedrick."
"She and I have been best friends since Somerville High." My Mom said to me.
"Oh, really?" I said.
"Yeah. Really. And your Dad, he was a Class Jokester. He would always flirt with me and playfully tease me. One time, I punched him in the face and he was surprised that I would punch him. And the next day, after class, he asked me out for milkshakes at Jen's." My Mom tells me with a small smile.
