Daughters of Kimora by Angel92296 (best thriller novels of all time .TXT) 📖

said, shrugging off the fear the dream actually brought me. It only coated me with fear because of the thing they said. It felt like they were talking about me but I didn’t tell Jesse that.
“We’ll talk about it later” he said opening the door. “Ladies first."
“You have Trig” I told him again.
“What’s your point?” he asked, grinning down at me. I sighed and walked past him through the door. I threw my bag on the floor with the others and listened to Jesse’s footsteps go down the stage stairs. Counting each step he took, I approached the theater class circle. I took my place next to Cameron and a boy named Damon from my math class. Cameron winked at me and I sighed in relief when I realized that the drama teacher wasn’t glaring wholes into me.
“I decided which peace was the best and selected it for our next show. Congrats to Ms.Lucinda Price for writing such an amazing peace” the drama teacher in which we call Mr. Lopez said. I choked in surprise while the rest of the class clapped and cheered. I heard Jesse shouting from the audience.
“Are you serious?” I said, still trying to swallow right.
“Of course. I can’t judge you just based on your minor actions. But those minor actions will affect you in the future” he said, I then started realizing he was still mentioning my lateness although he didn’t make a big deal. I’m so glad Cameron pulled me out of another situation. “How about you show us some of the play we will be putting on?”
“Uh, sure. I need a female volunteer though” I said. I quickly saw Sara’s hand raised. She is quiet and really shy but the girl can put on a show. “Come on, Sara.”
I told Sara what part we would be playing as the class scattered and sat in the audience. We would be doing my favorite scene. It’s the mother daughter scene and the girl is telling her mother how much she loves a boy.
“We’re ready” I told Mr. Lopez.
“Begin when you’re ready” he said. When he said that, I slipped into character.
“You don’t know what you’re talking’ bout, child. You aren’t in love. You don’t know what love is” Sara said motherly.
“You’re wrong!” I yelled. I saw Sara flinch which was a nice addition to our scene. I made a mental note to tell her that later. “You go around and pretend to be the perfect little house wife. For what? And you expect me to play along? He is not my father and I’m starting to believe you’re not my mother.”
“Scene” Sara said, smiling in satisfaction. The class cheered and clapped again at my accomplishment until the bell ranged. I smiled at Sara and she glowed with happiness. I went to get my bag before Mr. Lopez was able to start a conversation with me on responsibility. I met Cameron and Jesse at the door.
“You were amazing!” Cameron gushed on.
“Thanks, Cam” I said, smiling up at him. “Thank you for pulling me out of the fire. Again.”
“See you at lunch” he said, giving me a ‘you’re welcome’ smile and walking in the west side of the building toward the library.
“You really are a drama queen” Jesse said. I rolled my eyes and walked toward my next class which happened to be Spanish.
“Do you have your iPod on you?” I asked. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the blue iPod.
“That was a compliment, you know?” he said, placing it gently in my hand.
“Thanks for the compliment. Thanks for the iPod” I said, waving it in the air sarcastically.
“Can we talk now?” he asked. I tried to weigh my options. Go to Spanish class taught by a non-Hispanic teacher or discuss a weird dream with my trust worthy brother. The dream option sounds better.
“Fine. Let’s go to Starbucks” I said. We walked off campus not worrying about being seen because we have the worst security system in the world. I plugged in the tangled headphones and put one bud in my ear. I flipped through the playlist and selected one of the Flyleaf songs. Starbucks wasn’t a far walk and it wasn’t as crowded as I thought it would be.
“Go get us a table” Jesse told me. I got a table by the window. He came back in two minutes with two giant foam cups. He placed one in front of me and sat in the chair across from me. I pulled the headphones from my ear and sipped at my coffee.
“So what happened in the dream?” he asked.
“It was confusing. There were six girls, like I said. They were talking about another sister they might have. They called that sister the seventh or something. They said something about power and destroying. It’s all jumbled up. It was just a dream though” I said, looking down, sipping more coffee. I suddenly felt young under his gaze. Talking about a dream I had felt stupid. Just as stupid as me saying there is a monster in my closet and I’m seventeen!
“No. I don’t think so. Mom lied to you” he said. He was starring down at his giant foam cup that he hasn’t yet sipped from.
“Jesse what are you talking about? Why are you making this a big deal? It was just a dream” I said, feeling my own age.
“You don’t understand” he said but it looked like he just solved a difficult math problem. “You weren’t two when we got you. You were seven. It was raining that day. A lady brought you to our house. You were asleep in her arms. She wore a cloak over her head and it covered her eyes. She asked mom could you stay for a while. It was really hard for mom to refuse. The lady started to walk past me but she stopped.”
“Did she say anything to you?” I asked, my tone sounding bored and unbelieving even though I tried to make it as normal as I possibly could. I saw hurt flash in his still-sleepy eyes.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked. I bit my lip and tried to think of way to say ‘Jesse, you’re crazy! It was just a dream! What you just said is a load of crap!’ in the nicest way I could.
“All I’m saying is that it was just a dream. You really don’t have to make a big deal out of it” I said, putting up my hands in surrender. He just sighed.
“I don’t know how I can prove this to you” he said and then he straightened in his seat. “The pictures.”
“Ugh, what pictures?” I asked a little more than annoyed and frustrated.
“All of the pictures we have taken together since Mom ‘adopted’ you” he said, making air quotes around the word adopted. It almost felt like he didn’t want to be called my brother or I his sister. A jolt of pain stabbed through me at the thought.
“What are you trying to do Jesse?” I asked, hiding the pain and making my voice cold and hateful.
“What are you talking about Lucinda?” he asked me.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, rephrasing my first question.
“I’m not doing anything. I’m trying to help you” he said, confused.
“If you didn’t want me as a sister, you could have said so. I would have been left” I said, getting to my feet and fixing by bag right on my shoulder.
“Lucinda, you’re getting this all wrong,” his voice sounding sad and pleading at the same time.
“You know, it took me a long time to finally feel accepted in your all-who-enter-is-welcomed- home but it seems that I made myself to comfortable,” I said, tears dwelling in my eyes. Jesse and Maria (my foster mom) are all I had left and I knew what was about to happen next. I would leave them because like I always knew, they didn’t want me and now I felt someone finally told me the truth.
“You’re dead wrong on this one, Lucinda” he was on his feet too. He didn’t yell but a few people turned to see what the tension was between us could be about. If I didn’t mention this before, I will now. Jesse is tall. I mean the boy is really tall. I am five foot-four and the boy looks like he nearly towers over me. Even though a table separated some space between us, it didn’t make me feel any taller.
“Tell your mother to not wait up. I’ll be at Cameron’s house if anyone cares.” I walked passed him and through the doors. I thought about heading back to school and thought better of it. The last thing I really needed was to see Cameron see how messed up I really was just yet. I knew that I would face him sooner or later. I decided then it would be later.
I took my Blackberry from my bag and was surprised to see two text messages. One from Maria saying: why aren’t you in class? Your Spanish teacher called and I’m highly concerned. I quickly erased the message and went to the second one. It was from Katelyn, my other best friend beside Cameron. It said: Something is wrong. Where are you? I laughed without humor because only Katelyn would know when something is wrong with me.
I smiled and replied: A few blocks from the school. By Starbucks. Well, in front of it actually. I waited a few moments before my phone vibrated with another message from Katelyn: I’m on my way. It was pretty cool for early October but that didn’t stop the wind from blowing my hair crazily around my face. Within the next few minutes, Katelyn’s little green bug pulled up in front of me.
I walked to the car and started to jump in, when Jesse finally came out of Starbucks. I knew he was still in there but I didn’t think he was actually watching my next move, if I decided to make one. He just stood there. I jumped in the car and we sped away.
“Jesse texted me, Lucinda. What’s up with you?” she asked. Katelyn has always been my best friend. One thing I loved about her was her honesty and her ability to get right to the point. Today was not the day for that ability.
“Why do you guys always assume it’s me?! It’s him! NO! IT’S THEM!” I corrected.
“Whatever. Something tells me that something is bothering you,” Katelyn told me. I heard her but I didn’t reply. Some of the things that Jesse said started to make sense. He said I was seven when I was brought to him. And I was asleep.