The Price of a Gift (The Price of Secrets Series) Read Online Free
Author: Ashley Drake
starting to agree. It's getting easier and easier each time to put my thoughts down on paper. I just pretend I'm writing a letter to a friend.
I spent the next hour writing all about last night and even about my talk with mom this morning. And how I want to have a boyfriend I can tell my secret to and he will understand and doesn't just accept it, but embraces it as a part of me..........
...and I would love to have someone in my life by my 16th birthday. I watch all these movies where the girl’s 16th birthday is magical and always ends with a toe-curling kiss. It's always cheesy, but just for that one special day I want cheesy. I want to be able to pull this book out at the end of that night and write all about it. Because I want to freeze that moment in time forever, NOT because I have a ghost to help or mystery to solve and have to write myself notes just to keep up. Talk about cheesy. If Jaycee read this she would take away my retro copies of The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles, and burn them. lol That's enough sharing for now. I'm going inside before I look like a lobster.
I stood up wrapped my towel around me and started gathering my radio and chair, trying to make it into the house in one trip, when I heard a baby crying again. I tried looking everywhere, but I couldn't see anyone, and I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Every time I walked in a different direction, it sounded just as close as the last place. Then it hit me, it's coming from inside my head! That can't be good. Think logically, this could be my subconscious self , mixed with my psychic self, telling me something. But what? Well it ain't telling me I'm pregnant cause that would be impossible being a virgin and all. Maybe I'm telling myself to stop whining about my life. Or maybe it's telling me I've finally lost it and there is a padded room, with my name on it, waiting for me. I took a deep breath and thought 'STOP IT!' without saying it out loud. Just like that, the crying was gone. “Well that was new.”
“Hannah come inside you've been out here too long. That’s enough vitamin D for one day. You need to get ready anyway. When your dad gets home we are going back to look at both houses again and to take some measurements. Honey, I have good news, the Carver's made an offer on the house, and we accepted it.” Well, there's no turning back or changing their minds now.
"That's great mom." On the bright side, I don't have to keep my room clean for showings anymore. Walking in the house I had a random thought; if this crap keeps it up, I'm gonna need to buy a new diary before the end of summer cause I'm going to run out of pages!
I lingered in the shower longer than usual just letting the hot water hit my face, neck, and shoulders. I had really wanted to take a tub bath but I knew I didn't have time for that because I always end up staying in it for at least an hour. I blasted the radio the entire time I was getting ready, afraid that I would hear the crying again. Luckily I didn't, and now this is my third time trying to put my hair in a ponytail and this is just gonna have to do. I'll just spray the fool out of it. I wonder if that's a phrase the entire South would understand or is it just limited to North Carolina?
"Hannah Marie Price if you don't come on you won't make it to sixteen!" My Dad yelled up at me from the bottom of the stairs.
I grabbed my earrings, I can put them on in the car, turned my light off and out the door I went. "I know I know, you brought me into this world and you can take me out. You really need to get some new material Dad." I said while running down the steps.
"You're such a smart alec. It makes me so proud." Dad makes a fake tear wipe.
“Avery, be nice." Mom said as she put her purse on her shoulder.
"It's ok mom. I'm proud of my inherited smart alec-ness." I know they do this for me. Don't get me wrong, they are fun and never take themselves too seriously, but the normal acting, light hearted,
I spent the next hour writing all about last night and even about my talk with mom this morning. And how I want to have a boyfriend I can tell my secret to and he will understand and doesn't just accept it, but embraces it as a part of me..........
...and I would love to have someone in my life by my 16th birthday. I watch all these movies where the girl’s 16th birthday is magical and always ends with a toe-curling kiss. It's always cheesy, but just for that one special day I want cheesy. I want to be able to pull this book out at the end of that night and write all about it. Because I want to freeze that moment in time forever, NOT because I have a ghost to help or mystery to solve and have to write myself notes just to keep up. Talk about cheesy. If Jaycee read this she would take away my retro copies of The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles, and burn them. lol That's enough sharing for now. I'm going inside before I look like a lobster.
I stood up wrapped my towel around me and started gathering my radio and chair, trying to make it into the house in one trip, when I heard a baby crying again. I tried looking everywhere, but I couldn't see anyone, and I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Every time I walked in a different direction, it sounded just as close as the last place. Then it hit me, it's coming from inside my head! That can't be good. Think logically, this could be my subconscious self , mixed with my psychic self, telling me something. But what? Well it ain't telling me I'm pregnant cause that would be impossible being a virgin and all. Maybe I'm telling myself to stop whining about my life. Or maybe it's telling me I've finally lost it and there is a padded room, with my name on it, waiting for me. I took a deep breath and thought 'STOP IT!' without saying it out loud. Just like that, the crying was gone. “Well that was new.”
“Hannah come inside you've been out here too long. That’s enough vitamin D for one day. You need to get ready anyway. When your dad gets home we are going back to look at both houses again and to take some measurements. Honey, I have good news, the Carver's made an offer on the house, and we accepted it.” Well, there's no turning back or changing their minds now.
"That's great mom." On the bright side, I don't have to keep my room clean for showings anymore. Walking in the house I had a random thought; if this crap keeps it up, I'm gonna need to buy a new diary before the end of summer cause I'm going to run out of pages!
I lingered in the shower longer than usual just letting the hot water hit my face, neck, and shoulders. I had really wanted to take a tub bath but I knew I didn't have time for that because I always end up staying in it for at least an hour. I blasted the radio the entire time I was getting ready, afraid that I would hear the crying again. Luckily I didn't, and now this is my third time trying to put my hair in a ponytail and this is just gonna have to do. I'll just spray the fool out of it. I wonder if that's a phrase the entire South would understand or is it just limited to North Carolina?
"Hannah Marie Price if you don't come on you won't make it to sixteen!" My Dad yelled up at me from the bottom of the stairs.
I grabbed my earrings, I can put them on in the car, turned my light off and out the door I went. "I know I know, you brought me into this world and you can take me out. You really need to get some new material Dad." I said while running down the steps.
"You're such a smart alec. It makes me so proud." Dad makes a fake tear wipe.
“Avery, be nice." Mom said as she put her purse on her shoulder.
"It's ok mom. I'm proud of my inherited smart alec-ness." I know they do this for me. Don't get me wrong, they are fun and never take themselves too seriously, but the normal acting, light hearted,
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