Adeline (new book)

Chapter 1- Solo l'inizio

To think that I could get through this day without a single soul asking me for a favor was an unrealistic dream that never came true for me. These were the days I wished I could send them away without hurting their feelings. I really wish that I can flick them off like my best friend seems to do so easily without thinking. You guys might be thinking 'what the heck are you talking about Adeline?' Let me clear this out for you.

My name is Adeline and my life can not be more stressful then what is going on right now.

"I wish someone could walk in and shoot this damn place down so we don't have to give this test today." Mia sighs annoyingly as she sits across from me in the library with her elbows supporting her head.

"Mia, don't be ridiculous" I rolled my eyes, copying her posture. We have been sitting at this table for two long hours now trying to do the last minute study before our SAT. And in those two hours I have been disturbed more then anyone can ask for. I know my fellow classmates had rights to come to me for help, but there's always a limit to everything. I couldn't focus on one problem when another classmate of mine would come to ask for my help. And this was making me a bit irritated and stressed.

I was expecting my classmates would actually leave me alone seeing how worried I looked while studying my own material but no, they all had something else in mind.

I was valedictorian of my class. With a 3.9 gpa I would say in all of my high school life, I have only made a single B. It's embarrassing to say that my P.E coach didn't like me very much.

So, yes I was the president of the SAT/ACT prep club. In which I and a few other classmates of mine would be the tutor to the students struggling to pass that SAT or the ACT. But I never imagined it to get this bad that I couldn't even focus on one single problem of mine before another student popped up asking for help. It came to the point where Mia started flicking them off because we only had 40 min before the check in begin.

I can easily say that people came to me for academic advice. They knew how I have spent every free time of mine either at the library studying or helping out other people with their problems and they knew very well I was second in class.

Twirling a strand of my brunette lock, I focused my brain back to my notes.

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" God fucking damn that was horrible" Mia groaned as she let out a loud yawn and held my arm.

"But it went good though" I shook my head at her, typical Mia. I knew she did good on this test. Believe it or not she was the Vice President of the club. She was one of those people that said they did terrible on an exam but end up getting A+ on them.

"We should go out and celebrate" Mia's eyes blinked with the idea.

"What are we celebrating?"

"Oh I don't know, freedom from studying, getting through that horrific test" Mia made a gagging face making me stifle a laugh. She opened her locker and took out her bag as I just stood next to her with my bag already hanging from my shoulder. It was the end of the day and we were finally heading home.

"Okay what do you have in mind?" I asked playing with the charms on my bracelet. I was kind of obsess with charm bracelets. This particular one was my favorite. Me and Mia always gifted each other charms for our bracelets on our birthdays.

"Did you hear, Jonny's having a barbecue at his place tonight. We should totally show up to just eat the food" she wiggled her brows mischievously.

"So basically he's throwing a party? You know how I don't mess with parties Mia" I shook my head as I started to walk off with her following behind. I could already see the whine on its way.

"But Addy! its just a small gathering" and here it is.

"I doubt it's just a small gathering" knowing Jonny since middle school, he was known to throw one of the best parties in our school. I mean what do you expect from a 18 year old who is left with a credit card with unlimited amount of money and a mansion all to himself. His parents were owners of the Queen hotels all over the US, they were busy people.

"But they have food Addy, I am practically salivating from just thinking about the hamburgers, and the coleslaw." She had that dreamy look in her eye again. But she wasn't wrong. I am hundred percent a foodie. She saw my thinking face and beamed at the realization that she got to me. I smiled and shook my head once again.

-

"Okay which one looks better?" Mia swung the two dressed back an forth at the mirror, her thinking face on. She held a blue off shoulder satin dress on the first hanger and the second hanger held the peachy body con, tube dress.

"I personally think that blue one looks better on you" I said with my mouth hung open wide while I tried to layer my lashes with mascara.

I heard her hum in satisfaction, and turned to the bathroom to change. I was wearing a black mini fit, flare dress which landed right in the middle of my thighs.

Personally I was a dress type of gal. The girl that had a ribbon for her hair for every outfit sitting in her closet. It was practically a sin for me to walk out of my house without ribbon tying my hair or around my head if I was letting my hair out.

I got up, stretching my legs a little and walked up to my dresser and stared at my reflection, my green eyes staring back at me. Today I had on a black and white floral ribbon that matched perfectly with the doc Martens I was wearing. My makeup done natural, and my charm bracelet gifted from my dad secured around my wrist.

I never go anywhere without this bracelet. Its like a lucky charm for me. This is the only thing I have left of my dad and I'm not careless enough to not wear it. 

As Mia walked out of the bathroom, we both looked at each other and made our way downstairs. 

Both Rachel and Mike were out, as usual. 

Turning off all the lights in the house, we both made our way to Mia's 2016 Toyota Camry. That was her 18th birthday present from her parents. I'm pretty sure she loves that thing more than me. 

"You ever think they would worry one day you won't come back?" she says while buckling up. She had that thinking face on again. But what she said made me freeze in the middle of buckling my belt. Its not that my foster parents are a sore subject, its a sad one actually. 

"They don't worry because they know I won't go anywhere." I huffed, playing with the anchor shaped charm, rubbing it against my fingers. I hate talking about them. 

Noticing my bad mood, she changed the topic right away.