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Date de parution
15 février 2017
Nombre de lectures
1
EAN13
9781683681113
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
2 Mo
Publié par
Date de parution
15 février 2017
Nombre de lectures
1
EAN13
9781683681113
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
2 Mo
Table of Contents
Title Page
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A Synopsis & Table Of Contents...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Copyright
Twisted
On the Edge
Book 1
Coming Of Age Romance
By: Danica Reid & Third Cousins
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A SYNOPSIS & TABLE OF CONTENTS...
Jason has known Sophie since pre-school, although Sophie didn’t even know who he was until their second year of high school. When Jason’s father leaves after having an affair, he turns to food for comfort. Sophie is quick to spot his weight gain and ensures that the next few years of his life are hell.
Jason has one thing to look forward to, though: college. It’s a chance to start fresh and create a cooler version of the person he used to be. He spends all summer getting back into shape and things finally seem to be going his way, until a familiar face shows up and brings everything crashing down around him.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Copyright
INSPIRING WORDS
“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
- George Bernard Shaw
CHAPTER 1
Sophie Jameson was not the kind of girl you took home to meet your mom. At least, she wasn’t the kind of girl I’d take home to meet mine. Sophie Jameson was the embodiment of rebellion. When we had started our last year of middle school, she’d gone in on the very first day with bright pink hair. It was the same kind of pink cloud that you could get on a stick from the cotton-candy vendor at the carnival.
Maybe in a city her bright-pink hair wouldn’t have been headline news. Maybe in a city she would have blended in with the rest of the kids desperately trying to stand out from the trend-setters by following even weirder trends. We didn’t live in a city, though. We lived in a small town in Texas, about ten miles away from falling across the border into Mexico. In our school girls had mousy brown hair, or maybe blonde, if it wasn't black black. Sophie was the only girl in our entire school who didn’t fit that pattern.
She was a troublemaker. I’m sure that the trouble she caused wasn’t anything to do with her hairstyle choices, but it sure made it difficult for her to be stealthy about it. When we graduated from middle school, we ended up at the same high school. I doubt she would be able to tell you that, though. I don’t think she had any idea who I was until our second year.
It had all started for me in the summer. My mom had sat me down one evening, when I’d got back in from a day out at the beach. I could still smell the salty spray in my hair as I sat down at the kitchen table and looked over at my mom’s tired face. I knew that something wasn’t right. I could tell from the way that she was looking at me. She was hesitant to tell me at first. I don’t think she wanted to see me unhappy. She did tell me though. She told me everything.
My father left the house that night. It was like once the truth was out; he simply couldn’t wait to leave. I was still in shock. I could hear a goading voice at the back of my mind telling me to lash out at him before it was too late, but I couldn’t even open my mouth. He didn’t look at me once as he packed away his suitcases into the back of his car and slammed the lid down over them. I’d like to think that it was because of guilt. I’d like to think that he was starting to realize that sleeping with his secretary hadn’t been worth losing his family over.
