Getting REVENGE on Lauren Wood Read Online Free Page B

Center,” Mom continued. “It’s a chance to learn meditation techniques from the very best in the world.”
    I had sudden insight into what was up. My parents wanted us to pick up and move to some granola hippie camp whereeveryone would be praying to their muse, chanting, and eating a strict vegan diet. Great. Why couldn’t my parents be happy in the suburbs like everyone else?
    “What’s the school like?”
    My dad looked confused. “There isn’t a school.”
    “How am I supposed to finish high school?” My parents are really smart, but not great at the common sense stuff. Maybe they thought colleges would accept me based strictly on how Zen I was, no high school diploma needed.
    My mom sat down next to me on the bed and petted my knee. “The Shahalba Center is in the woods of Maine. It’s completely off the electrical grid.” My mom seemed thrilled by the self-sufficiency of the place, but I could already picture it was going to be a problem if I wanted to bring a hair dryer. My mom was a big fan of the all-natural look, but I didn’t go anywhere without my flat iron. “The center has a small farm and grows most of its own food. The closest school is almost fifty miles away.”
    “So are we going to get an apartment or something halfway?”
    My mom and dad exchanged another look, and my stomach went into a sudden free fall. I knew what they had in mind.
    “No way.”
    “We’ve talked to your grandmother and she would love to have you stay with her for the year,” my mom said, as if it were completely reasonable for me to consider moving back there.
    “Do you remember what happened, what they did to me?Do you honestly expect me to go to school there? Why don’t you ask me to move in with Lauren?”
    “All this negative energy isn’t good for you.”
    “It’s not random negative energy, Mom. I hate her. I hate Terrace. I don’t want to live there.”
    “And that may be exactly why the universe is bringing you this opportunity. It’s a chance to heal, to come full circle.” My mom made a large circular motion with her hands, her silver rings flashing in the light.
    “This isn’t the universe. This is you and dad deciding you want to chant for a year.”
    “It’s more than chanting,” my dad said, as if that was the point. Both my mom and I gave him a look, and he stopped talking and went back to scratching his hives.
    “Your grandmother is really excited,” my mom said.
    “What about what I want?” I gave a noisy sniff. I wouldn’t let them treat me like a five-year-old—easily distracted. Sure we’re ruining your life—but look over here, a shiny grandma! Hell no. I wasn’t falling for it.
    “This is a huge opportunity for your dad and me. Living at a center like this is something that we’ve always wanted to do, and now the school is offering the funding to make this possible. You don’t need to be afraid of Lauren.”
    “I’m not afraid of Lauren,” I said. I loathed her, but I wasn’t afraid. What else could she possibly do to me?
    “You should walk back there with your head high. Heck, Idoubt any of those kids would even recognize you now,” my dad said.
    “Nice way of saying I used to be fat.” I turned and faced the wall resting my head against the cool plaster. Trapped.
    “I didn’t mean you were fat. It was more your old nose I was thinking about,” my dad said.
    “Great, so I was fat with a big nose. This conversation is doing wonders for my ego.”
    “What your dad is saying is that you’ve grown into a lovely young woman. The only power Lauren has over you is what you give her. Hating her just feeds the negative energy. I’m asking you to think the situation over. Grandma is going to give you a call tomorrow morning to talk about it, but if you want my advice, you go back there and you show them that they may have knocked you down, but you didn’t stay down.”
    “What if I think about it and decide I still don’t want to do it? What if I want to skip