When All Else Fails - Leigh-Anna Evette (best ereader for pc .txt) 📗

"Hurry up" my mom yelled at me as I was frantically trying to put on shoes. "we are gonna be late" Today was my first day of high school in our new town. To be completely truthful I had only moved about 10 minutes away from my old town but it just so happened that it crossed state lines and I had to change schools. I jumped in the car and prayed I hadn't forgotten anything. All too soon my mom pulled up to the high school. "I'm not sure I can do this" I said to my mom. She smiles at me and says to have a good day. I began to walk into the school. I needed to find someone that I knew here so I wouldn't feel so alone. I spot a girl from church named Katie. She works in the nursery I thought I will be just fine. I approched her and she threw her arms around me and squeled. It is going to be a very long day I thought as I hugged her back. Pulling me torwards the table all her friends sat at she started introducing me to each of them. "oh no" I thought. I knew being around these people wouldn't last long. They were all preps. Sighing I sat down where Katie had indicated I should. I did not get a chance to speak at all that morning. I sat with Katies friends for about a week but I knew after that I needed to find a new group to sit with. 

The next day I worried all day about lunch when I would have to pick new people to sit with. Maybe I would be sitting alone. I went to the outside eating area and picked a random table to sit down at. Before i knew it three girls and a guy sat down beside me. I tried not to appear nervous. I sat at this same table for days without ever saying a word. One of the girls was dating the guy that sat with us. That couple was in my math class. After awhile we all  became friends. I realized how different I was from them, they were all very sexual in their ways of talkig and that was not something I was used to.  I remained quiet through out the entire meal and they didn't acknowledge me either. It was a peaceful silence one that I enjoyed. That silence continued for many days however I couldn't help but feel the guys stare everytime I saw him. I tried not to think anything of it he was most likely just zoned out or something like that. I became close to this little group of people slowly and it was amazing. This group taught me to cuss and start drama and everything I know about sex. Their names were Brittany, Terra, Tamera, and the guy was named Owen. Owen and Brittany became my closest friends out of that group. I continued to hang out when then even when people called brittany awful names and made fun of me too. At that point these people were the only ones I had in the world of high school. Owen and Brittany were a very interesting couple. They were always touching sometimes in areas that were not appropriate in school, but they seemeed so happy. That is why I felt so bad when I began to have a huge crush on Owen. I couldn't breathe when he was around but I never acted on it because he was dating my best friend. I hid my feelings for months and watched them grow closer and more intimate. By this time I had become a part of the group. They called me the Angel because I was so innocent. It pained me to hear the sex life of the guy I was falling for and it seemed to be the only thing Brittanie wanted to talk about. I stilll remeber the day that they broke up. I remember holding Brittanie as she cried and cried and wondering if I would ever hang out with Owen again. 

 It was by sheer luck that Owen and Brittanie remained friends. That was how I got to know him a little bit better. Him and I flirted hard-core for about 2 months. I asked him to take me home from school one day and he agreed. Little did I know he had asked his friend to ride with us so that he got more time with me and would force me to sit in the middle seat of his pickup truck. When I got into his truck he put his arm around me and kept it there. 

Publication Date: 11-02-2016

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to my cat Soot and my ex who is the reason this story exists.