LOVE IS AN ACTION

Chapter 1

A/N: As promised, I told everyone I would post the previews of the version of this book being published when the time came. The release date of #LIAA which should be November 17th. You can look at my profile to keep up with other social media networks I have and ask me questions! (I just made all of them so be patient with me please.) Thanks to those of you who have stuck by me. I have changed the name of the lead character from Ama to Khloe in case anyone gets confused between reading the new and the old. Here is the first chapter....

CHAPTER ONE

I've always found love to be a bit facetious. Some people swear by things like true love and finding your soulmate. Others believe you can easily fall out of love. Others still, believe that one person can be in love with a variety of lovers. Why is that? Why is love interpreted in so many ways and yet, can't really be explained? Is love not universal? And if love isn't universal, why does it seem that everyone is striving for it? Maybe I'm bitter, because I have never experienced a romantic love before. And if love is what I get from both of my parents, than it can't be that all-encompassing, overwhelming passion that everyone else is experiencing.

But, for whatever reason, everyone handles love and the loss of it in their own way. My best friend-Liz's- godmother has always been a little off her rocker to me. However, how she is choosing to get over her most recent breakup has me at a loss.

"Does she really believe in this shit or is this one of those 'positive thinker' situations?" I whisper to Liz. Before she can answer, Jasmine elbows me sharply in my side to remind me to be quiet. I wince and suck in a breath as I try not to curse.

"That's one for the swear jar." Dammit, that's five bucks today. Jasmine is Liz's mom however; she is not a fan of my 'potty mouth'. Swearing is really the only thing my father ever taught me and it's panning out to be a rather difficult habit to kick.

I look over at Liz, seeing her shoulders shake in barely restrained laughter. I'm glad someone is enjoying this. I'm at a loss.

"Spirits...please be with us. Help us heal and find new love..." Elizabeth continues to say a silent prayer to the Cosmos. From what I can understand, Beth and her longtime boyfriend Jeremy broke up after he left her for a coworker. She thought they were on their way down the aisle; he apparently did not.

The unpredictable nature of Liz's house keeps things interesting. One week Jasmine may want to take us on a bike ride through the upper side of the city. Another week, we may pack up and take a road trip to Mexico or--my least favorite- Jasmine's crazy best friend may show up and force us into a weekend of 'Spiritual Rejuvenation'. I roll my eyes as Beth starts to shuffle the deck of Tarot cards. Yawn.

All four of us sit in a circle around a small, wooden table. A white candle with a flame sits on top of it. The flickering of the candle is the only light in the room. If I were afraid of the dark, this would be very disturbing. But, with my experiences, I've learned that sometimes the scariest things reside in daylight.

"Who's first?" Bright brown eyes glance around the small circle. I try my best not to make eye contact with her so that she doesn't pick me. The opposite happens.

"Khloe? How about you." Liz chuckles not so silently next to me. I narrow my eyes.

"If it doesn't work in Mrs. Tucker's class, why would you think it would work here?"

"I never get picked for anything I'm actually excited about." I mutter before scooting forward to be closer to the table. I know that I'm unenthused but, judging from the forced happiness radiating from Beth, she doesn't seem to notice or care.