Full Moon by Elaina H (i want to read a book txt) š
- Author: Elaina H
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Chapter One
I pull back my blonde hair into a tight perfect ponytail. Tilting my head, I brush on the new blackest black waterproof mascara, and, finally, smear on the bubble gum pink lip gloss Iād received for making honor roll; again.
The powder blue and white cheer uniform hugs my body, and the shirt stops right below my rib cage. Unfortunately, the short skirt starts low on my hips. I almost tossed the whole idea of wearing our cheer uniforms on Mondays, and put on some stretchy shorts. But Anna would kill me.
Practicing my large, fake smile in the mirror before I head down the staircase, I hear my older sister knock on my door. āGwen! Iām leaving early, so you better hurry.ā
I roll my eyes, āThanks for letting me know early,ā I mutter sarcastically. The joys of being sixteen were ripped away when I found out I wouldnāt be getting a car until I was eighteen.
My older sister, Anna, just turned eighteen last month, and had received her bright red Ferrari. Anna was head cheerleader, and used that to her full advantage when it came to me.
Anna was dating a senior who sheād gone to school with since kindergarten (the second time around; they held her back the first time) and had never taken an interest in him until he joined the football team sophomore year. Chad, her boyfriend, was always hanging around, and winked at her all the time. But, he also winked at a few other girls all the time too.
Like always, Anna refused to notice the obvious, even when we told her flat out; Chad was a slime ball.
Anna could have any guy she wanted really, she was the prettiest girl in the entire school, and she knew it.
My younger sister, Alice, was the sweetest of us three. She always told the truth and showed true compassion. She was fourteen, and a goody-two-shoes
Alice was Freshman, me a Junior, and Anna a Senior. We are all very alike in looks. Our similarities are our blue eyes, long blonde hair, tan bodies, tall frames, thin, and athletic. When we enter a room people know it.
Mom is exactly like us, but my father is the opposite with his mop of floppy brown hair and dark green eyes. He is tall too, but paler compared to us.
My fatherās family, who hates my mother, tried to convince my father once upon a time that we were the āmilk mans kidsā.
As to be expected, Dad ignored them.
Anna leans toward Momās personality: flirty, fun, outgoing athletic, and a gossip.
Alice is my dad all the way: funny, sweet, caring, giving, and always self-sacrificing. She also has the urge to leave the room when anything unpleasant comes up.
Me on the other hand, I follow no one. I am athletic and nice, but I also have a mean streak that comes through at the most awkward times. But, when I notice it I try to keep it from surfacing. What I really am is sarcastic. No one in my family understands where I get it from because they are all very polite.
But I am quiet and shy when I donāt know you, I never step forward to make a difference. I am me, I am not a copy of my parents.
I check my reflection once more in the mirror before picking up my light blue backpack, and shoving my feet in the white flip flops I love so much.
Finally, heading down the steps, I hear the door slam shut and my mother pour a cup of coffee.
āDid Anna just leave with Alice?ā Mom continues humming and drinking coffee.
āNo, she wouldnāt!ā my mother gasps. āThatās complete and utter nonsense! This will be fixed, let me get a hold of her. Boy, when she hears from me!ā
āMom?ā I wait and she pushes her hair behind her ear, revealing a bluetooth.
āJust a moment, my daughter is trying to get my attention,ā she laughs a little too hard at what the other woman says and answers back. āYea, yea! I know kids!
āOkay, okay! Bye bye, now. Iāll see you at the Food Drive on Saturday.ā Her long, thick, black eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she finishes up whatever gossip she was relating to the person on the other end of the phone line.
She rolls her eyes dramatically and mouths āOh my Godā, āCaroline! Yes, itās this Saturday. How could you forget? Weāve been planningā¦ā Caroline must have cut Mom off.
She nods, āI donāt care if your daughter has a recital, you have to be there!ā
I hear Caroline apologize over and over again, āMom?!ā I whisper yell at her.
āYou better be there, Caroline,ā my mother scolds.
āBye, bye. See you this Saturday.ā
āMom, Iāve been trying to get your attentionā¦,ā I slam my foot down and she just quiets me by putting her pointer finger to her red lips.
āReally!ā Mom gasps. āI would have never ever guessed that she would have cheated on George. Francis Milton has such a sweet heart. I just canāt see her having an affair?ā Mom listens and nods, āReally? Three years, itās been going on that long?ā
I scream under my breath and grab and apple from the fruit bowl.
Opening the door and seeing the car gone, I figure I might as well walk. Besides my only other choice is waiting out Momās incredibly long phone conversations that sometimes seem to go on for days.
Our street is full of other fancy homes, and fancy families. Almost all the time, I feel like an imposter in this clean, pristine neighborhood. I frown and the For Sale sign in the front yard of a neighboring house, wondering who could possibly be moving. A bead of sweat drips down into my face and I swipe it away.
Itās only three weeks into the school year, the heat is awful, but I trudge on anyways; fanning myself with my World History folder.
On my way toward the school, a black Harley Davidson flies past. The riderās helmet covers his whole head and blocks his face. He wears a leather jacket and jeans.
I watch motorcycle passes over the top of the hill, toward the horizon, and out of sight.
Who owns a motorcycle in town? It could be anyone! People buy new trinkets everyday around here. The thought leaves my mine as the horrible heat fills my brain.
When the high school is in sight and my armpits are sweating, Iāve already made up my mind to kill Anna and Alice for leaving me behind.
The large brick school looks like itās built to hold thousands of kids, but really we only have seven hundred students or so. A banner runs across the main entrance of the school and right underneath it is Anna.
Once I make my way up the front steps, I see Anna making out with Chad. Alice is ten feet away flirting with a sophomore.
Anger boils inside of me, and I canāt help but shout, āThis is what you had to be here early for, loser?!ā I yell at her. āYou couldnāt have waited five minutes for me to finish? I had to walk all the way here!ā She looks me up and down with her nose crinkled, and merely shrugs her shoulders.
āYou werenāt ready. I warned you,ā Chad laughs and mumbles something under his breath that I donāt hear.
āGod! Why canāt you just be a decent sister for once in your life?! I know it sucks that youāre jealous of meā¦ā Her eyes widen, she absolutely hates when I say sheās jealous of me, probably because itās true, and she puts her hands on her hips.
She swallows hard, and runs her tongue over her front teeth before speaking, āTrust me, Gwen, thereās nothing to be jealous of. No boyfriend, no car, no friends, no life. How could you have one after what you said last summer?ā Her tone is sickeningly sweet, but her eyes speak hate.
I cringe and close my eyes for two seconds before opening them again, āI seriously cannot believe you said that just now.ā I suck in a deep breath, āNo wonder the whole squad hates you, and says things behind your back.ā
Anna had started kissing Chad right in the middle of my speech, but pulls away. āGo away you little stalker! Do you want to watch us make out?ā Annaās lips pull back into a sneer. She wonāt tolerate me insulting her baby, the squad.
Before I realize what Iām doing, my hands are out, palms facing Anna, and slamming into her chest.
I glare, āNow Iām good now, loser, Iāll leave.ā I growl and stalk away into the school.
Entering the bathroom, I rest my hands on the counter and stare into the mirror.
Boy, am I glad I wore waterproof mascara today. The sweat would have ruined it! Not that anyone cares about me anymore. Not after what happened during the summer. Not after, well, everything.
The bathroom is empty in the final minutes before first bell and I let the A/C bring down my body temperature and cool my anger.
God! Anna makes me so mad, why canāt Anna be like Alice; sweet and innocent. Why does she have to say the most awful, hurtful things?! I push a strand of stringy blonde hair out of my eyes, and just chill in the bathroom until the bell rings.
When the bell does finally ring, I head to my locker look ahead, ignoring everyone. Even the thought of making eye contact with one of my so called friends from last year, well, it makes me want to vomit.
The nasty comments and rude remarks havenāt been that bad yet, everyone was still so enthralled with seeing all their friends. But something deep inside of me warns me that today things are different. Today people are remember, and people are talking.
Taking a nervous, shaking breath, I click in the combination, 8-25-8. The lock pops open and I retrieve my Spanish book from my bright yellow locker and my 2-inch Spanish binder.
Staring at the worn down binder that I had bought freshman year, I smile.
The white binder has drawings all over it; hearts and flowers, names and numbers. Each piece sign and heart representing a memory or a lecture. When I stubble across one specific number I shiver. That was from last year. That was the year he asked me out. It is his number. I may have deleted it from my phone, but I canāt just scribble it off of this binder.
I need a new binder.
Instead of tossing the binder then and there, which is what I feel like doing, I flip it over so I canāt see the cover, and continue on to first hour.
The powder blue skirt feels like it becoming shorter and shorter as I walk down the hallways and I feel more stares on my back. My face and neck get hot, and I begin to feel like Iām suffocating.
Gosh, I wish no one remembered what happened over the summer. I wish it didnāt happen. It shouldnāt have happened, I know that much. It feels so long ago to me, but to these people, my classmates, it was only yesterday.
Emily Watson slides past me, ramming her shoulder into mine, āOops, sorry! Iām too much of an idiot hick. I aināt smart enough to walk straight,ā she mocks, and frowns at me. Instead of running up to tell me about her and Tommy Neal, her on-again off-again boyfriend, sheās running into me to hurt me.
I cringe at the thought of all my friends hating me. Of having absolutely no one. āPeople wonāt ever forget,ā I mutter.
Taking a seat in Spanish only warrants me more stares. Iām forever thankful when Jordan Hamilton takes the seat next to me.
āHey,ā he says.
āHey.ā
Iāve known Jordan since forever, but I only stated talking to him when I dated him. Since they played on football together
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