The New Girl

Abby Miller is just getting over the death of her mom when she is shipped to live with her aunt Rebecca, an overprotective worrywart with a son not much older than Abby.

Abby is unsure of the new unfamiliar town and it's strange people. But, the people are just as unsure about Abby's strange style and personality. As she becomes accepted into their world, Abby is very cautious not to dive in headfirst.

She has been hurt enough times in her life to realize that all good things must come to an end. Will she let herself be immersed by the lives of those here? As Abby comes to meet some truly amazing people, she realizes that hurt isn't something that just one person has to deal with, it's something that is prominent in everyone's life.


7. Louise's Point of View


Owen was mad at me again. He made us leave the party early, forcing me to ditch Scar. Then we went back to his house, where his parents were sound asleep. He started screaming at me about how my tank top was too low, my jeans were too tight, how I was wearing too much makeup. I sat on the couch and let him pace back and forth around his coffee table. At one point, he slammed his hand into his piano, but he never hit me. He knew that if he ever hit me, we would be over.

            I didn’t say a word to argue with him, as I knew his rant would be over sooner or later. It always ended at one time or another. When he was finished, he walked me out to my car.  He opened the door for me and I gingerly climbed in. Then he leaned over the door and kissed me. He tasted like alcohol and he was being too rough.

            I pulled away. “I have to go.”

            “Whatever.” He said, pissed. Then he opened the car and kissed me again.

            “No. I have to go now.” I said and pushed him away. He slammed the car door shut and I drove away, crying.

            When I finally got home, I pulled into the driveway and checked to see if my eyes were red and watery. Of course they were. I put some makeup around my eyes and lips and popped a piece of gum in my mouth.

            My dad was waiting up, just as he always did.

            “Hey kiddo, how was the party? Did Owen behave himself?”

            “Yeah daddy, he was fine.”

            “You know if he doesn’t treat you right, that Ill have a talk with that boy.”

            “Yeah daddy.” I said and kissed him on his cheek. He smelled like aftershave. I went up to my room and changed into a big sweatshirt and sweats and climbed into my huge bed. I smelled like beer and sweat but I didn’t feel like moving.

“Louise?” I heard a familiar, beautiful, voice. My baby sister.                                                         

“Yeah Daph?” I called out. I could hear her lightly pad towards me in her thick socks. She came around the bed and even though I couldn’t see her because my lights were off, I could smell her toothpaste breath and feel her soft wispy hair floating from the fan onto my wrist.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She said weakly. I scooted over and she climbed into my bed. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and kissed the back of her head. She fell asleep in my arms as I was rubbing her back. 

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