Twisted Saga Coming Of Age Romance

Danica Reid, Third Cousins

Description

Jason has known Sophie since pre-school, although Sophie didn't even know who he was, until their second year of high school. When Jason’s father leaves after having an affair, he turns to food for comfort. Sophie is quick to spot his weight gain and ensures that the next few years of his life are hell. Jason has one thing to look forward to though, college. It’s a chance to start fresh and create a cooler version of the person he used to be. He spends all summer getting back into shape and things finally seem to be going his way, until a familiar face shows up and brings everything crashing down around him. Follow Jason as his love is twisted in every direction in this gripping saga!

Sujets

• Romance novel
• Coming of age

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 15 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 5
• EAN13: 9781683681175
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Table of Contents
Title Page
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Twisted
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Copyright
Twisted Saga
Coming of Age Romance
By: Danica Reid & Third Cousins
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Twisted
On the Edge
Book 1
Coming Of Age Romance
By: Danica Reid & Third Cousins
A SYNOPSIS...
Jason has known Sophie since pre-school, although Sophie didn’t even know who he was until their second year of high school. When Jason’s father leaves after having an affair, he turns to food for comfort. Sophie is quick to spot his weight gain and ensures that the next few years of his life are hell.
Jason has one thing to look forward to, though: college. It’s a chance to start fresh and create a cooler version of the person he used to be. He spends all summer getting back into shape and things finally seem to be going his way, until a familiar face shows up and brings everything crashing down around him.
INSPIRING WORDS
“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
- George Bernard Shaw
CHAPTER 1

Sophie Jameson was not the kind of girl you took home to meet your mom. At least, she wasn’t the kind of girl I’d take home to meet mine. Sophie Jameson was the embodiment of rebellion. When we had started our last year of middle school, she’d gone in on the very first day with bright pink hair. It was the same kind of pink cloud that you could get on a stick from the cotton-candy vendor at the carnival.
Maybe in a city her bright-pink hair wouldn’t have been headline news. Maybe in a city she would have blended in with the rest of the kids desperately trying to stand out from the trend-setters by following even weirder trends. We didn’t live in a city, though. We lived in a small town in Texas, about ten miles away from falling across the border into Mexico. In our school girls had mousy brown hair, or maybe blonde, if it wasn't black black. Sophie was the only girl in our entire school who didn’t fit that pattern.
She was a troublemaker. I’m sure that the trouble she caused wasn’t anything to do with her hairstyle choices, but it sure made it difficult for her to be stealthy about it. When we graduated from middle school, we ended up at the same high school. I doubt she would be able to tell you that, though. I don’t think she had any idea who I was until our second year.
It had all started for me in the summer. My mom had sat me down one evening, when I’d got back in from a day out at the beach. I could still smell the salty spray in my hair as I sat down at the kitchen table and looked over at my mom’s tired face. I knew that something wasn’t right. I could tell from the way that she was looking at me. She was hesitant to tell me at first. I don’t think she wanted to see me unhappy. She did tell me though. She told me everything.
My father left the house that night. It was like once the truth was out; he simply couldn’t wait to leave. I was still in shock. I could hear a goading voice at the back of my mind telling me to lash out at him before it was too late, but I couldn’t even open my mouth. He didn’t look at me once as he packed away his suitcases into the back of his car and slammed the lid down over them. I’d like to think that it was because of guilt. I’d like to think that he was starting to realize that sleeping with his secretary hadn’t been worth losing his family over. But we soon learned that he had gone straight over from our house to her place. That's where he’d been living ever since.
My mom was miserable. My childhood destroyed. I don’t know if you know this, but watching the two people who are meant to lead you through life fall apart pretty much shatters any expectations of a happy life that you might have been holding. My parents were my guides. They were my inspiration, but then they broke and everything broke with them.
When I started my second year of high school, I’d put on 56 pounds. I’d watched it slowly creeping over my frame all summer, but I couldn’t stop it. My parents were broken. My mom looked as though she might never fix herself, and that left a void so big and empty in my life that all I could do was try to fill it. In hindsight, perhaps food wasn’t the way forward, but at the time it offered some comfort in a world that otherwise felt hopeless.
It was after my weight gain that Sophie Jameson first noticed me. She’d gone back to school with her hair dyed a bright cherry red. The summer, it seemed, had taken away my innocence in one way and hers in another, because her chest had started to push forward and there were curves where there hadn’t been only a few months before.
We’d been in the hallway. Her locker was pretty close to mine and her hair had caught my eye. Her hair matched her lipstick and her lipstick would have made a fire truck look drab. She obviously felt my gaze. She turned to look at me, her eyes slowly filling with disgust as she acknowledged me for the first time in her life.
“What are you staring at you fat perve?” she snapped at me with a smirk spreading across her lips.
I didn’t say anything. In truth, I was in shock. She’d never spoken to me before. She’d never even looked in my direction. She didn’t know who I was. She didn’t know anything about me, but she’d felt it was okay to attack me verbally. I stepped back and closed my locker, as I dropped my eyes to the floor. I’d never been called fat before. I’d always been pretty slim. My cheeks burned red and I waited for her to leave, before I dared to look back up.
That was the first time that Sophie Jameson realized that I existed. She spent the next three years of my life taunting me. I was sure that she stayed up at night, scribbling away in some hatred notebook about me. In my vision she had a mad look in her eyes as she cackled over the new fat joke that she’d created and couldn’t wait to test out.
Yes, Sophie Jameson was an undeniable beauty, but only on the outside. I had to be grateful to her in a small way, though, because she taught me that what’s on the inside matters a hell of a lot more than what’s on the outside.
CHAPTER 2

College was my fresh start. I’d managed to get into a place in California. Over the summer I’d forced myself to stick to a strict diet. It was the worst few months of my life. I basically had to cut out all food that had any taste. It was worth it in the end, though. With the combined efforts of my diet and exercise I’d managed to lose all the weight which I’d been carrying since my family had fallen apart.
I felt better than I had done in years. For the first time in a long time, I could look in the mirror without feeling revolted by the reflection that stared back at me. I was ready to move on with my own life. I was ready to become my own person, away from the shadow of my mom’s grief and my father’s betrayal.
When I got to college, I found out that I would be sharing my dorm room. This kind of excited me a bit. I’m an only child and I never really had sleepovers, so the idea of sharing a room seemed kind of mysterious and fun.
The guy who I was sharing the room with was already there when I got there. He’d picked the right side of the room without consulting me and was bent over stocking the shared fridge with cans of beer when I walked in.
“Sup,” he said as he turned to look at me.
“Not much,” I said, as I my bags down on my bed. The instant relief as the straps released their death grip hold on me was almost better than sex. Not that I could really make that comparison at the time.
“Is this your first year?” I asked, when he turned back to his task of filling the fridge.
“Yeah man, just moved over from North Carolina,” he put the last can in the fridge and then stood up. He hadn’t needed to tell me that he was from the south though. I could hear the slow southern twang that ran its melodic fingers through each and every syllable that he spoke. “You’re from Texas right?” he asked with a proud smirk.
“Sure am,” I nodded.
“Are you a total crank about the lord, then?” he asked, as he reopened the fridge and took out a can, which hadn’t been in the fridge long enough to actually be considered cold. He pulled the ring on it and the quiet room filled with the hissing of gas, as it desperately evacuated from the prison it had been held in.
“If you’re going to be asking questions like that then I’m going to need one of them,” I tilted my head, to the beer in his hand.
“Help yourself, man,” the guy said with a grin. “I’m Dillan, by the way.”
I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, trying to seem as cool as a college kid should b