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Pink Secrets & Little White Lies: The Beginning.

Novel By: Jennifer Brighton
Young adult

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Submitted:Mar 20, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


"Jen! Wake up," Cat said, shaking me.

"Damn it, Cat, why can't I just get some sleep once?" I blinked my eyes wearily. "Why can't I just sleep late for once, hm? Is it a crime for me to want that?"

"Jen, you're such a drama queen," Cat said, rolling her eyes. "If you wanna eat breakfast, I suggest you get up."


I jumped up as quickly as I could and scrambled to my unbalanced feet.

Cat's father made pancakes and bacon and eggs, and he served us orange juice! Well, he served me orange juice. For some reason, Cat doesn't like it. Well, it's her loss.

Her father saved my life with this breakfast. ...Why can't I live here with them? Couldn't I?

He sat between us. Cat sat right across the table from me. I tore into my breakfast like it'd be my last meal. And by the way my father had been treating me lately, I wouldn't have been surprised if I was right.

I glanced up. And across from me, Cat was sat sipping hot chocolate out of her own personal mug. I rolled my eyes at her, and she made a kissy face. Omg, did her dad see that? I looked over at him, and he appeared to be busy checking messages on his phone. Omg, Cat! I blushed really hard and quickly looked down at the half eaten food on my plate.

Immediately after finishing breakfast, my father dropped by to get me. But, I didn't want to leave yet. I wasn't ready to… He was impatient, but he didn't mind me asking if I could stay another night. Apparently, he had more important matters to attend to, yet again. I took the blow lightly, though, and asked if he could buy me something to eat for that evening--something I could have just in case…

After painstakingly pulling seven dollars from his pocket, he dropped me back off at Cat's house with my night bag.

I had fun there despite knowing that I wouldn't be able to stay the following day. My father wanted to hang out with me on Sunday to make up for the past few days.

But, I wanted him to feel guilty for ditching me… but--that doesn't make me a bad person, does it?


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