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After

Teen Fiction

It's been 5 years.... 6 months.... 3 weeks.... And 4 days, since Abby has seen Jacob. The day he moved to a boarding school New York and left her behind when they were 12, was the worst day of her life. They had been neighbors since the day that Ab...

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Chapter 1

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by artsygirl2468

by artsygirl2468

Past
"Jake!" I scream, searching for a tuft of his soft brown hair or a glimpse of his tall body. It was after school and I was waiting for him to walk home with me, like we did every day.

"Abby, Abby! I'm sorry, Mrs. Debler wanted to talk to me after class." I frowned at him, "Jacob Evan Anderson! What did you do?" He grins sheepishly at me, "I may have put glue in Johnny's hair." I shake my head at him, " Why would you do that?" "He called you 'ugly', he deserved it. Plus, I figured that he was blind anyway and wouldn't mind it." We both laughed, interlocking our hands and heading home.
Present
"Abbyyyyy!!! Get up lazy-bones!" I groan, burying my head further into the pillow. Why does my mom not understand that I need my sleep? I never get any sleep on the weekdays, so I need the weekends to recharge. "You've got till the count of 10 to get up, or I'm coming after you with my spatula!"

What the actual hell. "Language, young lady!" Did i say that out loud. I slam my head back into the pillow and yell, "Why do I have to get up!?!"

"We're picking up that Anderson boy from the airport! Now get the hell out of that bed!" So much for language. I drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I study my face in the mirror. My dark brown eyes and long black hair stare back at me. My nose is averaged sized but my lips are pouty and full. I consider my lips and my eyes to be my best features. To be very honest, I'm short, tiny if you will. Only 5 feet tall, and proud of it! Yes, I can't reach the top shelf and no, I will not hesitate to tell someone to get something for me. If you're done admiring yourself-er- ourself, can you get changes now? Jeez, Sky. What? My inner voice has a name, deal with it.

After slipping on an old pair of high-waisted denim shorts, a crop top and my favorite pair if Converse, I head downstairs. Suddenly, I smell it. The buttery, scrumptious smell, that can only mean one thing-PANCAKES!