Avery Turner, a perfectionist with a double life, and Kyran Drake, a charismatic boy with secrets, find their fates intertwined when their secrets threaten to unravel their dreams-will they overcome their differences to protect their futures, or wil...
Life, they say, is a rollercoaster. Well, mine feels more like a never-ending loop of chaos, and I'm strapped into the ride without a say in the matter. Ever wondered what it's like to have your life scripted by someone else? Welcome to my world.
The protagonist? Yours truly, Avery Turner. A prisoner in a routine so monotonous it makes Groundhog Day seem like a thrilling adventure.
My life is so monotonous that I've spent innumerable days thinking about what would happen if one day I was in control of my own life. What if I could go out to parties or have friends and hang out with them?
I couldn't. My mother is the cause of that. My days have always been the same. I wake up, go to school, come back home, study, and go to bed. It's a never-ending cycle, and it has been for my entire life.
Why? Blame it on my dear mother, who's the maestro orchestrating this never-ending symphony of mundane existence.
Tragic, I know.
"I wish I never had you! You're a shame to the family!" my mom screeched, one fine Monday afternoon when I had told my 'friend' that I was being pressured to follow my mother's orders. My supposed friend told my mom about it with some added exaggeration and dramatic appeal.
Ever felt the urge to pack your bags and run? I have. Countless times.
It's the trivial things. It's the big things. She'd accuse me of stealing her things and would threaten to send me to the psychiatric hospital if I didn't admit to the truth.
The truth was usually a lie. I remember crying myself to bed one evening, weighing my options. I knew in my heart that I didn't have an option. I had to admit that I was a pathological liar for my mom to let me live in the house. It was torture. A couple of days after I had admitted the 'truth', she forgot about it, until one day she found her porcelain idol in a storage box.
I'd expected her to come over and say sorry, but instead, all I got was, "Why did you lie to me?"
I try to forget these moments and act the way my mom wants me to. I need to be the excellent student, the obedient daughter, the teacher's pet, the academic researcher, the computer technician, and unfortunately, my sister's pest control.
