Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, the Truth About James, What My Heart Wants by Sarah Tork Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Sarah Tork
God junk food was cheap.
I wiped any remnants of evil food from my face and layed down on my bed. The full moon peered in through the slit in my window shade, highlighting the clutter in my room while dancing on my ceiling.
I gazed up and imagined familiar angry faces shouting empty threats at me. I did this as a way to prepare for the scolding I would inevitably receive . My worst moment would be crumbling into tears because I couldn’t take their bullshit anymore.
Jesus, Annabelle! How can you be so selfish?
Move faster!
Chin up! Chest straight! Ass tucked in!
Have some respect for yourself!
You’re fat, sweetheart. We’re just trying to be honest.
Then why are we all fit and you’re not? Don’t you want to be a part of this family?
I can’t believe this happened to you.
I bought you a pair of jeans, but they’re a size 8.
Do you want to be bullied for the rest of high school? How come you don’t go to parties?
I don’t tell people you’re my sister when you come to my recitals.
You want to eat freely? You do it in smaller jeans!
That was enough for one night. I turned on my side and fell to asleep.
*~*~*
My eyes fluttered open with sprinkles of fairy dust blowing out. My entire room was filled with bright sunshine that smelled of butter. Baby pink, blue, and violet cupcake butterflies flew playfully in the sunshine. They giggled softly as they bumped into one another, their icing making polka-dots on each other. I stared at them in glee as, one by one, they flitted around me, outlining my body. Then, simultaneously, their joyous humming filled the room and 3-dimensional music notes bounced off everything. One hit my forehead and I laughed as I swept it away.
“ANNABELLE!”
There was only one piece of artillery left in this world that could have broken that happy bubble: my mother’s screeching voice.
It was amazing, as I rode my bike to work I felt a new strangeness inside. The early morning sunshine hadn’t heated up yet so it lazily caressed my back.
It was nice, peaceful.
I stopped at the top of the hill, the wind leaving my hair as I paused. I’d been pedaling pretty fast and there might have been a good reason to get to work early today…
Nervous, I pulled my feet back onto the pedals and pushed forward. As soon as I picked up enough speed, my arms flew open. As I soared down the hill there was a big car driving down next to me, but I didn’t let it distract me, this moment deserved my undivided attention and respect.
“Fireball,” a familiar voice called from behind as I knelt to lock my bike.
My heart instantly began beating a mile a minute. “Hi,” I replied as I looked over my shoulder at him.
Standing a hundred feet tall with the sun framing his entire body, he practically sparkled. James smiled warmly and stepped towards me, offering his hand.
“Thanks.” I grabbed his hand and a jolt of electricity shot threw me as he helped me up.
He didn’t let go of my hand and pulled me closer to his body.
Oh. My. God!
“What do you think you’re doing?” I said quietly in his embrace.
He looked down and leaned in. “This.”
Suddenly, his lips were on mine. My first kiss ever was happening thirty minutes before my shift!
The kiss began lightly, gently. I had no intention of pulling back because it felt too darn good and he must have felt the same because his lips pressed further into mine. He released my hand and softly held on to my face instead. He tilted my head back a little and leaned in further. My mouth was forced open by his urgent tongue. His hand left my face and glided down my shoulder, his arm encircled my waist and pulled me tight against his chest.
Wow! I c ouldn’t believe this! I should totally stop… I’m not like that…
Just as I was about to pull back, he did. But only his lips left me, his forehead rested on mine, his hands held me close.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” He whispered breathlessly.
I giggled quietly
I wiped any remnants of evil food from my face and layed down on my bed. The full moon peered in through the slit in my window shade, highlighting the clutter in my room while dancing on my ceiling.
I gazed up and imagined familiar angry faces shouting empty threats at me. I did this as a way to prepare for the scolding I would inevitably receive . My worst moment would be crumbling into tears because I couldn’t take their bullshit anymore.
Jesus, Annabelle! How can you be so selfish?
Move faster!
Chin up! Chest straight! Ass tucked in!
Have some respect for yourself!
You’re fat, sweetheart. We’re just trying to be honest.
Then why are we all fit and you’re not? Don’t you want to be a part of this family?
I can’t believe this happened to you.
I bought you a pair of jeans, but they’re a size 8.
Do you want to be bullied for the rest of high school? How come you don’t go to parties?
I don’t tell people you’re my sister when you come to my recitals.
You want to eat freely? You do it in smaller jeans!
That was enough for one night. I turned on my side and fell to asleep.
*~*~*
My eyes fluttered open with sprinkles of fairy dust blowing out. My entire room was filled with bright sunshine that smelled of butter. Baby pink, blue, and violet cupcake butterflies flew playfully in the sunshine. They giggled softly as they bumped into one another, their icing making polka-dots on each other. I stared at them in glee as, one by one, they flitted around me, outlining my body. Then, simultaneously, their joyous humming filled the room and 3-dimensional music notes bounced off everything. One hit my forehead and I laughed as I swept it away.
“ANNABELLE!”
There was only one piece of artillery left in this world that could have broken that happy bubble: my mother’s screeching voice.
It was amazing, as I rode my bike to work I felt a new strangeness inside. The early morning sunshine hadn’t heated up yet so it lazily caressed my back.
It was nice, peaceful.
I stopped at the top of the hill, the wind leaving my hair as I paused. I’d been pedaling pretty fast and there might have been a good reason to get to work early today…
Nervous, I pulled my feet back onto the pedals and pushed forward. As soon as I picked up enough speed, my arms flew open. As I soared down the hill there was a big car driving down next to me, but I didn’t let it distract me, this moment deserved my undivided attention and respect.
“Fireball,” a familiar voice called from behind as I knelt to lock my bike.
My heart instantly began beating a mile a minute. “Hi,” I replied as I looked over my shoulder at him.
Standing a hundred feet tall with the sun framing his entire body, he practically sparkled. James smiled warmly and stepped towards me, offering his hand.
“Thanks.” I grabbed his hand and a jolt of electricity shot threw me as he helped me up.
He didn’t let go of my hand and pulled me closer to his body.
Oh. My. God!
“What do you think you’re doing?” I said quietly in his embrace.
He looked down and leaned in. “This.”
Suddenly, his lips were on mine. My first kiss ever was happening thirty minutes before my shift!
The kiss began lightly, gently. I had no intention of pulling back because it felt too darn good and he must have felt the same because his lips pressed further into mine. He released my hand and softly held on to my face instead. He tilted my head back a little and leaned in further. My mouth was forced open by his urgent tongue. His hand left my face and glided down my shoulder, his arm encircled my waist and pulled me tight against his chest.
Wow! I c ouldn’t believe this! I should totally stop… I’m not like that…
Just as I was about to pull back, he did. But only his lips left me, his forehead rested on mine, his hands held me close.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” He whispered breathlessly.
I giggled quietly
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