My voice was strained. My fingers were raw from the cold. I could see my breath out in the dark night air. My tears froze to my face. I didn't want to live any longer. I wanted to die there, at that moment, at that fountain.
But thats not what my story is about. That part comes in a little later. I guess you could say it all started when I was making tea.
My mom loves tea. Loved? Loves? I don't know if she's dead really. She and my dad left me when I was fourteen. I think they were just overwhelmed. I mean, we went to a therapy session as a family where mom vented about me and how moody and rude and sad I always was and the end, the therapist just said, "That's called being a teenager."
And then the time was up. The session was over. My mom was furious. I don't really think it was at me. It probably was all the therapist's fault. She was angry at her, and I guess herself. Anyway, he and Dad left the next day.
Blah, blah, blah. I think you want to hear the story.
So yeah, my mom loves tea (wherever she is in the world). Ao ever since that day she left, I go downstairs and make a cup of tea at one o' clock every morning. It's almost like my tribute to my mom, really. I'll talk about her later.
Anyway, I go downstairs and the darkness engulfs me. A dim light flickers in the kitchen and I walk to the tea cabinet. On my way, I pass my mirror. My oily hair falls to my armpits as I let it out of it's hairtie. My old teeshirt clings to my body as I watch the snow drop silently outside. I turn to get the teabag and fill the teapot.
This is the weird part though I glance in the mirror one more time and suddenly I see a boy behind me. Radiantly and perfectly, his skin glowed in the dark like a star in space, and I couldn't help but stare at his perfect skin. His eyes were like ice and it made him look elegant. With a glow of mischief that made me feel like I wanted to break all the rules.
But I had to be scared, even in the presence of a mysterious beauty. Wouldn't you be scared if someone appeared behind you at one o' clock in the morning? Wouldn't you?
YOU NEED TO READ THE STUFF IN BOLD BECAUSE IT PROVIDES BACK-UP INFO
Here's the thing. This is kind of like a trailer. Something to give your bursting brains a little taste of Willow's life. >:)
Willow's parents left her when she was 14. That was 3 years ago. They've felt bad, and even though they haven't been mailing letters or skyping her from there mystery whereabouts, they've been helping her. They pay the bills for the house every month. They created a fake legal gaurdian. They've let her live in peace.
But when mysteryman Dustin shows up behind her in the middle of the night, telling her things she thought she would never find out, her life changes.
In this book, she recaps her life from that day on.
