Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

"Guess you're not that precious after all. Just some unwanted girl your family couldn't wait to dump. Even your own mom treats you like garbage. We didn't even ask your family for a dime to take you. You should be thanking us." She drove her foot into my chest. Tears slipped down my face and soaked into the dirt. "Yeah," I whispered. "She's my mom." It was just that, to her, good deeds mattered more than I ever did. When I was little, I stole a pack of gum from the grocery store because I wanted it so bad. Mom found out and locked me in the basement with no food or water. Every day, she checked my waste until there wasn't a trace of sweetener left. Only then did she let me out.

The plane touched down in France. As I stepped off and onto foreign soil, I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. No more Jennings family. No Shawn Scott. No Yvonne. No more cruel ghosts or rotten betrayals. Here, I was just Zoe, a woman on her own. I used my savings to rent a small apartment in Paris and started my new life. That day, I dressed up just a little. I wanted to walk around and finally enjoy the beauty of Paris.

“You have no idea how bad I screwed up. I mean, she was just there and looking at me all innocent. Fuck, I should have stopped myself from getting so close to this girl. Now, it’s too late to forget her. It’s like she’s everywhere I go. What would you do if you were in my situation?” “You can start by telling me who this girl is that has my best friend so conflicted.” “July came to me and wanted me to be her personal trainer. Then, the next thing I know I give her a job as a receptionist. This is where it gets bad. I started hanging out with her after hours and before I know it, my lips are on hers. It didn’t end there. She started calling me a name and it made something inside me come alive