[Book One]
Agatha Miller Nash thought she was finally starting to have the perfect life she always dreamed of while growing up.
She had a job that made her feel proud of herself, the man that she would spend the rest of her life with, and a place s...
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T H I R T E E N
The next morning, regret washed over me like the small waves on a shallow beach.
I finally got the chance to spend a short moment with my father after all these years of trying, and I managed to ruin it by letting my feelings out. The whole expressing feelings thing had never come naturally to me, especially when it came to my father.
Throughout the years, I have suppressed so many emotions that whenever I try to let some of them out, they always come out in a very messy way just like they did last night.
After many tries trying to convince myself, I managed to find the courage to reach out to my dad to try and finish the conversation I started, but this time in a more calm manner.
For my ever-growing disappointment, when I called him, he was already on the other side of the world doing what he was great at, avoiding conflicts. I tried to be mad at him for the rest of the week, but I ended up getting mad at myself for even believing that things could be different with him this time around.
As the days passed and a new year entered, I let go of the anger and started concentrating once again on the Candidate Physical Ability Test, which I managed to pass with a time of seven minutes and twenty-five seconds. The team did not believe me at first, but Uncle Bobby backed me up by showing them the paper with the result. I was now officially a Los Angeles firefighter, and I could not be more proud of all the hard work I had put in since I moved here.
I never thought that I would call California my home. When I got forced to transfer here, I told myself that I would not last. My whole life was in Florida, but now I could not see myself without the city of Los Angeles, the 118 firehouse, and the family I have gained throughout the past months.
"There you are. The nurse told me the wrong room, which resulted in me getting scarred for life after seeing two nurses wiping the butt of a poor old man," I shook my head at the image.
Maddie spent the whole day yesterday, begging me to go with Evan to his checkup appointment after getting the screws out of his leg. No matter how many times Evan himself tried to convinced her that he could go alone, she would not take no for an answer. Therefore here I was, standing next to her baby brother.
"I hope you are wearing some underwear underneath that hideous hospital gown."
"Check for yourself," prompted Evan. I rolled my eyes at him, taking a bite of the glazed chocolate donut in my hands. "Why is it that every time I look at you, you are always eating something,"
"First of all, food is delicious. Second, are you calling me fat, Buckley?"
"Don't put words in my mouth,"
Ignoring him for a second, I took another bite of the sweet doughnut. "You are just jealous that I'm not sharing this deliciousness with— Hey!" In a quick movement, Evan snatched the half-eaten donut from my hand and shoved it into his mouth. As much as I wanted to be annoyed at him, I could not help but laugh at the innocent chocolate-covered grin he gave me as he furiously chewed. "You are so going to pay for that."
