Monday, July 24, 2017

Feel free to read the work from my adolescent years

     Feel free to read the work from my 

     adolescent years, 



but please note that

      the published version of this story is
      a more well-rounded manuscript. I
      suggest skipping to the new version
      of the book. The published version
      contains about 50% new, never-been-
      read material that will NOT be posted
      on Wattpad. If you'd like to purchase
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      ***


      It's terrifying how death can
      materialize in a single, silent moment,
      completely unnoticed by the rest of the
      world. I was lying on the couch, tucked
      into a cocoon of blankets and attempt-
      ing to control the shivers that were run-
      ning like a current through my body. As
      the morning slipped by, I drifted in and
      out of consciousness and it must have
      happened sometime then, when my ดูดไขมันที่ไหนดี
      family disappeared out of existence.

      When I could no longer sleep, I pulled a
      shaky hand out of my warm haven and
      grabbed the remote; cartoons always
      made me feel better. The news channel
      flickered onto the screen. A news
      reporter stated in a monotone voice
      that the famous Bill Howard—C.E.O of
      the Howard Investment Corporation—
      had perished in a deadly car accident. I
      blinked, suddenly confused. He wasn't
      serious, was he? Or maybe there was
      another Bill Howard who wasn't my
      father?

      Everyone has that one life changing
      moment. It shapes who you are as a
      person and pushes you down the path
      that leads to rest of your life. It defines
      you. Sometimes you can see it coming
      from a mile away, but other times it
      happens in a split second. That's how it
      went for me—one quick flash and my
      life was completely derailed.

      The reporter went on to explain that all
      of the individuals who were traveling
      in the car had died. However, one
      daughter hadn't been present, and her
      whereabouts were currently unknown.
      That one daughter was me, wasn't it?

      I stared at the T.V. in disbelief and
      utter horror, having a hard time
      comprehending anything that was
      being said. There was a mug of hot
      chocolate sitting on the coffee table that
      my father made before they left. He
      couldn't be dead. He had swirled in the
      marshmallows only a few hours ago.
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      The screen then shifted to a picture
      of the wreckage and my stomach
      did a flip. The vehicle was barely
      recognizable—it had smashed into a
      tree so hard that it wrapped around the
      thick trunk—but I knew the bright blue
      of my mom's Cadillac. That was her car,
      and my family had been in it!

      My stomach reacted before I could
      process anything, and I bent over the
      side of the couch and emptied what
      little amount of hot chocolate I had
      been able to sip this morning onto the
      hard, wooden floor. How could my
      mother, the woman who had held my
      hair back last night as I had cried into
      the toilet suffering from the flu, be
      gone? What about Lucy - my other
      half? Was it even possible for one twin
      to live while the other was dead?

      ***


      It was later that night when I heard
      the soft knocks of the police officers
      on my front door. I hadn't moved from
      my spot on the couch. The television
      was still blaring; all day it had been a
      loop of repeating news about the death
      of Bill Howard. I tuned out when the
      shock took control of my body. At some
      point I slipped into a dreamlike state,
      unable to feel anything except the
      numbness of my limbs. There was more
      puke on the floor, but I hadn't been able
      to cry because it didn't feel real.

      The officers brought a woman with
      them and she slowly entered the apart-
      ment. Her eyes were red and puffy
      from crying and her voice was the first
      thing I was able to understand in hours.

      "Hi, Jackie dear," she said, crouching
      down next to me. "I'm Katherine
      Walter." Her golden hair was plastered
      to her head. The name sounded vaguely
      familiar and I looked up into her eyes.
      She didn't look like anyone I had ever
      met before, but something about her
      name was familiar.

      Katherine Walter. Hadn't I heard that
      name just this morning? Was the lady
      standing in front of me my mother's
      long lost best friend? The Katherine
      who had attended Hawks Boarding
      School—the place where my sister and
      I went—with my mom all those years
      ago?

      It was then and there that reality came
      crashing down on me—and hard.
      Katherine Walter was who my parents
      were driving out to meet this morning
      when they had crashed. She had flown
      in from Colorado to visit.

      My family was dead and this woman
      was proof. I could see the pain in her
      eyes and hear the hurt in her voice. My
      mom must have meant something to
      her. I choked, trying to gasp for air, and
      sharp pains raked my stomach. Finally,
      the tears came.                                                                                   1733

      "Shhh, honey," said Katherine, stroking
      my hair as I bawled. "It's going to be
      okay. I'm going to take care of you."

      And so began my journey away from
      the beautiful city I loved. Away from
      the cement jungle that had always
      kept me captivated. Far away from the
      flashing neon signs and the sound of
      traffic that lulled me to sleep. Away
      from the expensive shopping, colorful
      Broadway shows and restaurants that
      offered every cuisine imaginable. And
      far away from New York which held my
      childhood memories and my heart.

      I was heading towards Colorado and a
      ranch with twelve beautiful boys.                                                                 PPM

      ***


      Hi friends,

      I'm really glad you've enjoyed reading
      other stories similar to this one on
      Wattpad. However, please don't
      accuse me of stealing another Wattpad
      author's story. I posted this story on
      Quizilla.com in March of 2009 before
      Surviving the Mclane Boys and then
      here on Wattpad in December 2010
      before the Walker Boys, Riley and the
      Boys, or any other "boys" story.

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