I started writing this book in 2017 (under a different name,) but I'll hopefully finish it in the next year or so. I'm working on this and a fantasy novel at the same time. I'll try to post a new chapter every few days at least!
This is book three in the Redemption Series, but you can read every one as a standalone novel.
Comment with any questions and as always, thank you for every like, comment and read! :) <3
**This is NOT edited. I'm just writing for now!
Copyright 2017 by Whitney Morgan
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Freshman Year - Fourteen Years Old - August
I wasn't sure if I'd ever cried so hard in my life as I had the last few days. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I fought the urge to stomp down to the Senior hall and find my stupid sister so that I could chuck something at her big head. Three weeks she'd been fighting with my parents about her plans to move so far away. Finally, after four days of living in a family war-zone, they all settled on her moving in with our grandparents after graduation. Taylorsville, Ohio was only three hours away, but far enough away that Ivy felt like she could be independent. I rolled my eyes. What a moron!
With swollen eyes and red cheeks, I made my way to my locker and started working on the combination. I'd be starting my freshman year looking like a freak show.
"Are you okay?" the boy beside me asked. I looked up and quickly wiped away any remaining tears. Breton Finch was talking to me, and I probably looked like a clown. Breton speaking to me was the mother of fulfilled wishes and crappy first days!
"Yes!" I squeaked. My face flamed with embarrassment. A side-effect of my fair skin and red hair, a trait he and I shared. I'd had a crush on Breton the entire summer. His family was still technically new, but since it was a relatively small town and my dad was the Chief of Police, I'd admired him from afar.
"Are you sure?"
I smiled a little. "Yeah. It's just something with my older sister."
"Your sister is Ivy, right?" he asked. I inwardly rolled my eyes and hoped he didn't have a crush on her.
"That's her."
"You guys don't look alike," he said. I smiled. I'd gotten used to comments like that.
"My brother and I were adopted when we were little," I offered. "He has brown hair, though, so it isn't as obvious for him."
"I didn't know that!"
"That's surprising," I laughed. "Everyone knows."
"Well, we've only been here a few months. Plus, I wouldn't say it's obvious you're adopted. Only two of my parent's five kids have red hair, and neither of my parents do." We both laughed; my problems with Ivy were seemingly forgotten, at least for the time being.
"So," he said with a smile.
"So..." I wasn't sure what happened next. Regardless of having four brothers, talking to boys wasn't a specialty of mine.
"Who do you have for first period?" He asked. I glanced at the schedule I'd just pulled out of my locker. I knew who I had, but it was almost too much to stare into his green eyes any longer.
"I have English with Mr. Ferguson."
"You believe in fate, Kelly?"
He knew my name.
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