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Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

Dear Gentle Readers, First of all, this author would like to say a massive THANK YOU to all of you who have given this story a chance! As you know, this book is Book 2 of The Autumn Summers Series and it sorta ended in a cliffhanger. The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3.

she said before walking out on me. I sighed as I watched her, as her footsteps faded into the distance. Dejected, I went back to my car and drove off. I just couldn't get why she was so difficult to understand. One minute I think I've figured her out and the next minute, bam! She's like a totally different book. Autumn's POV "Hey, Autumn," Summer called out to me, interrupting my reading. I'm guessing by this time she was now probably sick of playing alone with her harem of Barbie dolls.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

“It’s none of your business.” “So you slept with your co-stars.” “Shut up, Damon,” Summer snapped, shaking her head at me. “I didn’t, but you’ll believe the worst of me, anyway. I don’t have time for this right now.” She was about to leave, but I asked her again, “Then tell me the truth.” Summer looked over her shoulder and said, “I had a one-night stand.” “Of course, you did.” I clenched my jaw. “Was he good to you?” Was I enough?

he said quietly before casually grabbing an apple from the fruit rack, as if he hadn’t just turned my world upside down. I clenched my fists. This summer was going to be hell.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

She no longer felt the need to trade gold stars for anyone to spend time with her. One evening, Bella leaned over the windowsill, working on her homework. "Mommy, will we ever move to another city again?" I set my pen down and said, "Maybe. The world is a big place, and we can take our time exploring it." She leaned against my shoulder and smiled. "I'm bringing my sticker book, then." "Sure." "And my stuffed animals." "Okay." "And you, Mommy." I reached out to brush the tip of her nose. "I can keep up all by myself."

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot