After Ryleigh Peirce's parents die, she is required to write in a journal by her favorite person in the whole world... Dan, her therapist (note the sarcasm!). She teams up with an unexpected ally and resident Bad Boy, Camdyn King, as she unravels fa...
Dear journal, yes... I refuse to call you a diary. My name is Ryleigh Peirce. I'm 18 and a senior at Paris Prep High School. Yes journal, they even torture us with uniforms and all. I am required to write in you by my stupid therapist, Dan, who then goes back and reads my entries. (Yes Dan, I just called you stupid.) Why do I have to write in this journal? Well... my parents died, and I'm not showing the expected signs of grief. So....the authorities think I'm mentally insane or that I murdered my own parents. Although, everyone's avoiding me now, and by 'everyone,' I mean the authorities and you, Dan. (Is that why I have to write in this stupid journal?) Look here's the thing, I was an only child and I have no living relatives left. I mean i guess i have one living relative, but get this, my grandmother on my dad's side didn't even know about me and when they called and asked if i could stay with her, she straight up said no. Anyway, my friends are just waiting for me to break down any day now, like I'm just bottling all my emotions up and I'm going to explode at any moment. They all think I'm in denial or according to the cops, I must have some psychological issue since I haven't cried. The truth is, which I told them, I honestly didn't know my 2 lawyer parents. When I was younger I had a nanny that knew more about me than my parents ever did. Don't get me wrong, it saddens me that they died... but it's like hearing that a celebrity died or someone in your town, that you're definitely going to miss, has passed away. I feel sad and as insensitive and crazy as it sounds, their death doesn't really affect my life. That's awful to say, but I'm seriously not kidding, I feel like they were strangers. My parents didn't even know when my birthday was and my mother birthed me..... hello? And they cared WAY more about their social status and jobs than they ever did me. I was basically on my own after I turned 10 and they fired Isabella, my nanny. They claimed they paid her too much for her to just sit around. She was wrongly terminated as her "just sitting around" was her going to my gymnastics meets and cheering me on. My parents only ever came to one meet and they fired my nanny. I tried to fight for Isabella but they wouldn't listen. They gave me money every week, which I didn't use most of, so even if I get an inheritance, I have plenty of money -- you can cross that motive off your list, Dan! They bought me things (mostly clothes and cars I hardly used) and let me choose a few charities each year to donate to (my very favorite thing about them). Anyway, let me tell you about the last day I saw them, not the day they died, but the last day I saw them alive. Which was one week prior to their death. maybe it will give you an idea of how well I knew them and how well they even knew me. Strap in, it's going to be one hell of an adventure.
A/N: So I'm starting a new book. Like if you think you might be intrigued by it. This is just a sneak peek. I plan on posting a real chapter either later tonight or tomorrow sometime.
Meet Ryleigh (or how I envision her), Photo Credit to Florian Full.
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