Novel & Cerita Carrie Diaries Carrie

"Why are you crying? You should be happy that mama didn't punish you," Carrie said as she rubbed Allison's shoulder, prompting Allison to glance up at her sister. Carrie was eighteen years old and could live on her own, but their "mama" would never allow her or any of them.

I dropped Evie off at Carrie’s. Carrie was petite with reddish-blond hair and childlike freckles. She was going to be eternally cute. You know those people who just have that simple look to them and even though they age, they continue to look like a woman or man-child. That was Carrie. Also, she had one green eye and one brown eye, which I’d always thought was the coolest thing. She was only a year younger than me, and she was my oldest and dearest friend. She had been my closest friend since we were teenagers when we met under unusual circumstances. A long story for later.

Trey's POV I met Carrie’s mom and her siblings when I arrived at her place. She was almost ready, and she invited me in. Her mom was busy flirting, while her siblings took endless pictures and made me sign on almost everything they owned. It was fun, really fun and finally, Carrie was ready. She looked really beautiful, so I picked her up and we left. Reaching school, we saw the campaign was still shamelessly ongoing, I mean the one Carl and Diane were doing.

My fingers trembled slightly, but I forced myself to type in my password, trying not to rush, even though every instinct screamed at me to hurry. My inbox opened. There it was. ‘Report on Caroline Dalton’ CONFIDENTIAL My heart slammed against my ribs. I clicked. Page after page filled my screen, her address, work details, schedule estimates, photographs taken discreetly from a distance. The first picture stopped me cold. It was Carrie walking into a sleek glass building, her hair tied up, her expression calm and focused. She looked… beautiful. Mature. Strong. She looked like a woman who had survived hell and built her own heaven.

I nearly vоmіt when I rеаlіzе thеу’rе ѕоmе оf thе mеn whо аttасkеd Aрrіl and mе. “Boy’s, mееt lіttlе Carrie,” she tells thеm. “She’s bееn mаkіng a nuisance of herself lately, but it’s оkау now. We’re gоіng tо turn this lіttlе threat іntо аn asset. Whо wаntѕ tо go first?”

Very Carrie. Carrie tosses her bag onto the armchair. “Okay, tell me everything again.” She doesn't even slow down. I drop onto the couch. “You already know everything.” “I know the outline.” She disappears into the kitchen and returns with two cans of soda. “I need details. I need billionaire lore. I need to know what kind of face a man has to have before women start making life-altering decisions over breakfast.” I snatch the soda from her hand. “You’re insane.”

"MIRRA!!" Carrie screams as she races into the kitchen and tackles me at the knees. I laugh as I pick her up and bounce her little. Sometimes when I've been over here on the weekends, Carrie and her two older twin brothers, Tyler and Taylor, have been here, too. Carrie is barely three with long curly black hair, blue eyes, dark skin and chubby little cheeks. Tyler and Taylor are almost five. Both boys have the dark skin but Tyler has dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes while Taylor has dark brown hair and green eyes.

“Why do you look like death walked all over you?” Carrie’s eyes were red and puffy, her caramel skin tone looked two shades lighter and she gagged like she was about to barf. Talia pushed her chair back until it hit her desk, curbing her escape. “Don’t you dare!” Talia warned, holding a finger up to her. With one hand Carrie covered her mouth, the other lifted and waved shortly to say she was okay. “I’m good,” she burped out. “Oh Carrie!” Talia whined, chasing the smell of barf and vodka away with her flapping hands.

And that’s what happened in Torrin. ** Carlie, oh Carlie. My first love, a red-haired girl with bright eyes, the spitting image of her cousin. Tall, slender, delightfully gnarly, like a thoroughbred colt, with a wide mouth and green eyes, sparkling with the sun’s rays. When she looked at me, I stared back and couldn’t keep my eyes off her. “Hi! I’m Carlie, and who are you?” “I’m Alex. Who are you?” “I’m Cassie’s cousin, first cousin.”

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.