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 stress were a person, they would fall in love with me immediately. We would have a long-term relationship that made everyone envious because we were so in love. Stress would be totally obsessed with me.
When I hit the doorbell for my front door that night, many thoughts were running through my head. My mom's anger, my sister's exam, Ms. Walton, my grade, my study schedule, my extra-curriculars, Kyran fucking Drake and...
I waited patiently outside, knowing that my mom was cursing me to Eliza as she amusedly watched me suffer. She enjoyed it, I think. The yellow, bright, luminous lights were all around the house. It created a large burst of colors that can be seen from the outside as well. They were both ready to pounce at me the second they decided to open the door.
"Get in," I heard a voice firmly say as I made my way through the inevitable hell hole; that is the door of the house. My sister was sitting, her legs on the couch, studying, or should I say pretending to study while my mom guided me to the living room.
She sat down on the maroon-leathered couch, while Eliza removed her headphones and watched intently, waiting for the bomb to explode.
"What did you tell your teacher?" she asked me slowly, and her tone frightened me. I didn't move a muscle as I stood my ground and explained.
"No. She asked me if it was anything important, you'd have to call the school. But that's all," I said and she huffed.
"She thinks she's your parent. Why don't you just go to her then?"
Oh, I really wish I could. You have no idea.
I didn't say anything because this was a rhetorical question. Silently, I watched as Eliza kept her headphones off, her books closed, and her attention on my mom and me. I knew that I was in trouble in the first place because she wanted me to teach my sister for her exam tomorrow. But, I didn't see any signs of my sister feeling the fear of having an exam tomorrow.
My mom gave my sister a warm smile. Eliza gave her a grin that made me cringe but it made my mom happy. She turned her attention back to me as the frown reappeared on her face.
"Your dad was exactly like this. He never did anything for the family and always helped out others. You are just like him, why don't you go then. Since you don't care about the family?"
I looked down, knowing that it was another rhetorical question. Tears were forming in my eyes again. She often compared my dad with me, even though, I had barely met him.
