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.


5. Sadie's Point of View

I went to work right after school, practically speeding in my lemon colored Volkswagen bug. I arrived at the animal shelter right on time and changed into distressed jeans and a white tank top. I knotted my gray hoodie around my waist.  Travis, my greasy manager smirked at me as I went to go check in.

            “Hey Sadie, looking good.” He sneered and went back to typing at the cheap front desk computer. I smiled at him, trying my hardest not to leap across the table and wring his neck. Instead, I sauntered over to the new kittens that had just been dropped off a few days ago and scooped one up. Even though we weren’t supposed to, I had already named them. The small gray one was Ava, the nimble runt of the litter was Claire, and my favorite, the all black one with one white ear, I called Alice.

            I fed them and poured fresh water in their bowls, then I cleaned their litter pans and planted a kiss on Alice’s silky white ear. After I finished my rounds at the cat cages, I went over to the dogs. I fed them, gave them water, brushed the ones who needed grooming and swept the floors.  When I was done working with the animals, I went to go type up office memos in the teeny office in the back. It was a slow day so I played some soft music and knotted my hair back so I could concentrate better.

            “Hey Sadie, how’s it going?” I felt Travis’ breath on the back of my neck. I tensed and threw my shoulders back. I ignored him and kept typing. He didn’t move from behind me. I kept typing. I felt him tug out my hair tie. My blonde hair fell onto my shoulders. He gently grabbed a strand and ran his hands through it. I went to go leave but he put his hand on the small of my back.

            “Travis, get your hands off of me.” I grabbed his hand and moved it away. He snickered and walked out. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.  But I hadn’t told Steven because I knew he would overreact. A few minutes later, I stood up. “I’m leaving early. Business is slow anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I got up and walked out but I could immediately feel him right behind me. I pushed open the front door with a friendly ‘ding.’ I stood in front of my car digging through my purse for my keys.

            “Oh no you don’t.” Travis sneered as he grabbed my arm and yanked me around to face him. “Your shift isn’t over for another 40 minutes.”

            “So dock my pay. I don’t care. Let go of me.” I said evenly. He squeezed my arm tighter. “Ouch, Travis! You’re hurting me.”

            “Get back inside.” He growled. I heard the crunch of gravel and breathed a sigh of relief. I turned slightly, my arm still in his grip and was relieved to see Steven. Travis’ grip loosened but he didn’t let go of me.

            “What the hell is going on?!” Steven barked at us.

            “She was going to leave early. Her shift isn’t over.” Travis said.

            “And you were planning on dragging her back in?” Steven yelled. Travis shrugged. “Let go of her.” Travis tightened his grip. I squealed because he was pressing so hard. Travis hesitated. Then he slowly let his grip loosen, his hand sliding down onto my waist. I leapt backwards and behind Steven.

            “Get in the car, Sadie, now.” He growled to me.

            “Steven, I’m fine. I can drive. It’s no big deal.”

            “It wasn’t a question.” He spoke firmly. “Get in my car.”

I sighed dramatically and stomped towards his car. He followed behind me. He silently swung open the door and slammed it shut. Then he buckled his seat belt tensely.

“Ill see you tomorrow sweetheart!” Travis chuckled.

“Like Hell you will.” Steven screamed and peeled out of the lot.

We kept driving in silence. I had a reddish purply mark on my arm that Steven noticed pointedly. “I don’t want you working there anymore, you hear me? I come to surprise you at work and this is what I come to? You’re practically getting attacked by your boss.”

“It’s my choice to decide if I want to work there, Steven, not yours. And I’m fine, thanks for asking. And also, I was not getting attacked. It was practically my fault anyway for leaving early. Travis just overreacted.”  I spoke evenly with him, trying to be reasonable.

“You are not going to work there anymore. You’re done.  It’s done. You can work somewhere else.”

“Steven, you don’t have the final word in this. That’s the only animal shelter in town. I’m not leaving.”

“Oh yes you are.” He snapped. I didn’t feel like arguing so I let him cool off and drive in silence. We had plans to go see a movie but I told him I didn’t feel well and I told him to drive me home.

And he did. And that was that.

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