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...
If a person were a walking and talking energy drink, Yashna would be one. She was bursting with energy that I didn't know could exist in a person. She was also outright frightening. She was running around in a sports tank top and shorts when I was freezing in my coat and turtleneck jumper.
Basically, she was super hyper, and I looked like the opposite of her, with my stoic face.
She pushed open the door and I hesitated for a second before she dragged me in and announced, "Mom? Dad? We have a guest! Is that okay?"
I heard a voice coming from the kitchen. "Who is it Yashna? I didn't know we were having guests in the morning?"
"Avery Turner. You know the genius student I was telling you about? I ran into her and dragged her home," she said casually, and I found my face getting hot.
"I wouldn't say that I'm-", I started to argue and she interrupted me.
"Stop lying to yourself," she told me and I stayed silent.
In a matter of seconds, her mom walked out of the kitchen. She looked nothing like Yashna - her skin was pale, the color of ivory, and her red-gold hair was in a neat bun. She was incredibly beautiful, looked like a model, and definitely didn't look like the mother of teenage children.
She gave me a warm smile and pulled me into a welcoming hug and I found myself at ease at their magnificent house.
"Nice to meet you, Avery. We've heard so much about you, but it's actually nice to finally meet you. We had no idea whether you were a real person or not!" she said, giving Yashna a look.
Yashna looked embarrassed. "Well, now you know, she's not just a figment of my imagination."
Her mom laughed. "We wake up early in the morning Avery, and the boys never seem to get up."
Yashna grinned mischievously. "I call dibs on waking Dad up!" she screamed and ran upstairs while I stood there smiling at this family, which was very unlike mine.
Her mom led me into the dining room which was refined-looking. The table was a big oval, able to fit 8 people. It was polished to gleam in the light and the chandelier that was hanging above glowed on the table. The china was arranged around for seven people, including me, with the silverware in perfect angles.
"So, Avery, you're a junior right?" she asked while straightening the linen on the side of the table.
"Yes ma'am." I answered and she waved me off. "Call me Emily."
