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.

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2. Rebecca's Point of View

 

             She was the spitting image of her mother.

            Everything about her screamed Tessa in my face: her smooth olive skin, her shiny dark hair, her enormous green eyes with flecks of gold, framed by enormous black lashes, long as butterfly wings. She was even petite like Tessa, small and birdlike with short legs and a small waist.

            How could Tessa be gone? How could my baby sister die and leave me with her baby girl? She loved Abby more than anything in the world and she had left her to me. I knew nothing about raising a girl. Steven was my first and only child, and he was a boy!

            I felt like I was already doing everything all wrong with Abby. For example, when I found out she was coming to live with me, I did up the guest room for her. I had no idea what colors she liked so I went pink. I figured: All girls like pink, right? I loved pink when I was growing up. So the walls were painted pink and the bed and dresser were shipped in a light cream and the bedspread had tiny yellow flowers on it.

            Steven and I just managed to finish everything minutes before Thomas returned from picking her up from the airport.

            Right away, I knew I shouldn’t have gone with pink.

            Abigail arrived with her hair in a sloppy ponytail, enormous gray sweats, and a tight white t-shirt that revealed her midriff. She was wearing thick black glasses that made her eyes look even more enormous than usual.

            She took one look at her room and sighed. She did it quietly but I was watching her every move and I noticed it immediately. She politely thanked me though, and I took that as my cue to leave.

            That night, I stayed awake all night. And at around four in the morning, I heard her sobbing herself to sleep.

 

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