Hello, friends! Here’s a sneak peek at the opening pages to my novel Strength From Within. Welcome to It’s Not What It Looks Like.
It’s Not What It Looks Like
“Hey, Lianne.” Carter Prescott walked up to me and wrapped her big fat arms around my neck. “I want to welcome you back to school, and on behalf of everyone I sincerely hope you’re much healthier now.”
Yeah, only because she was afraid of me. Is it a rule of every Student Council President to be as fake nice as possible? She wanted to make sure I wouldn’t tackle anyone to the ground, specifically her best friend Tahlia. I should have gone to apologize right away, but I wasn’t about to give myself any more stress than necessary.
“Hi, Carter,” I huffed as she squeezed me tightly. “I’m surprised you remember my name.”
“How could I forget?” She pulled away, relieving my lungs. “You were the talk of the school for months.” She bit her lip, a sign she wanted to keep talking but didn’t want to insult me yet. “I’m supposed to help you transition back into school life. It must be hard coming back so late in the year. How was your spring break?”
“That was a stupid question,” I mumbled. Luckily, she didn’t hear me, or wasn’t paying attention. She continued to chatter on about everything I’d missed since September. Carter looped her arm around mine and dragged me towards the cafeteria. I panicked when I saw her steering me to her group of friends. Tahlia, Rufus, Skylar, and Charlie stared at me like they were looking at a ghost.
“Look who’s back, everyone!” Carter beamed. She placed both hands on my shoulders. It was like she sensed I wanted to run. Her group smiled weakly and mumbled hellos and probably some profanity. She pushed me onto the metal bench of the lunch table and I cringed.
That was the same place I attacked my classmates. School was only two weeks in and my brain had completely shut off. It wasn’t in summer mode. I knew what summer mode felt like. It was different from before. That summer was rough. My parents were in the middle of a messy divorce. They kept fighting over who I would live with. I was in the room with them most of the time! Neither of them bothered to ask my opinion. I barely slept all summer because I constantly heard their screaming.
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