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Date: 09/16/14
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16-year-old Kelsey thinks her new house far away from Tulsa is the
perfect place to escape her past—until she meets Jay, the boy who used to live
there.
After a series of mysterious break-ins at the house, Kelsey discovers the culprit is Jay, but before she can confront him, Jay inadvertently sets in motion a series of events that leave Kelsey and her family devastated and wind Jay up in juvie.
Desperate to fix things, Kelsey confronts him only to discover Jay’s not the delinquent she expects, but a boy with a past more messed up than hers. Against her better judgment, the two of them form an unlikely friendship she keeps secret from everyone.
Then Jay asks for a favor she didn’t see coming – one that leaves Kelsey torn between her growing loyalty to Jay and throwing away the new future she worked so hard to build.
After a series of mysterious break-ins at the house, Kelsey discovers the culprit is Jay, but before she can confront him, Jay inadvertently sets in motion a series of events that leave Kelsey and her family devastated and wind Jay up in juvie.
Desperate to fix things, Kelsey confronts him only to discover Jay’s not the delinquent she expects, but a boy with a past more messed up than hers. Against her better judgment, the two of them form an unlikely friendship she keeps secret from everyone.
Then Jay asks for a favor she didn’t see coming – one that leaves Kelsey torn between her growing loyalty to Jay and throwing away the new future she worked so hard to build.
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CHAPTER ONE
For the first time in almost
a year, I feel safe. My sandals slap against the uneven sidewalk, and I wave
back at the old man driving by in a green pick-up truck. His toothless grin
should scare the crap out of me, but something about this place makes it okay.
I’ll even forgive its lack of a real downtown. I went in search of one of those
quaint main streets with specialty coffee shops and expensive clothing stores,
and all I found were a bunch of empty buildings for lease and a no-name pizza
place. So much for small town charm.
I turn the corner to my
house and skid to a halt. The edge of my sandal catches in a crack, and I lurch
forward, scraping my palms against the cement. There’s a leg dangling out my
bedroom window as if it’s not attached to a body. It reminds me of a cricket I
caught when I was eight. I’d accidentally ripped its leg off trying to make it
dance. I shudder and pick myself up, my palms burning.
I glance at the driveway.
Mom and Dad’s cars aren’t there.
The person in the window
struggles to squeeze his way out. Blue jeans and a ratty running shoe. Painter,
maybe? Repair person? But there’s no work van in sight.
The rest of the body lowers
from the window. I suck in a breath and duck behind a parked car just as he
jumps.
Five,
four, three, two, one. I pop my head up just enough to see over the hood.
He’s crouched on the ground,
so I creep up a little higher and let out a breath. He’s tying his shoe? What kind of thief would stop to tie his shoe, let
alone come out empty handed?
Anger rises in my chest and
I clench my fists. What does this guy think he’s doing? I pop up from behind
the car without thinking. “You could have used the door, you know!”
My mouth snaps shut as soon
as the words are out. What am I doing? For all I know this guy could have a gun
or something. I almost duck behind the car again when he looks up, but he turns
away again just as quickly as if I never said a thing. He just finishes tying
his shoe and shakes his head to get the hair out of his eyes.
I finally catch a glimpse of
his face. He’s young – my age maybe. Too young to be someone my parents hired.
He heads toward the street, and I glance up at the open window again.
Something doesn’t seem
right.
“Hey!” I yell. “Wait!”
Against my better judgment, I start after him, but he still doesn’t turn
around. My hand closes around the cell phone in my pocket. The police. I should
call the police. I fumble with my phone, and it clatters onto the sidewalk.
The guy looks back.
About the Author
Monica Goulet writes and
lives in Oshawa, Ontario with her husband. She graduated from Brock
University with a Bachelor’s degree in English and
Professional Writing.
In her other life, she’s an
instructional designer and a mother-to-be who likes ice cream, running, and
losing herself in a good story.
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