Terrible Me

By Elizabeth A Cooper

The Emerald Thief holds your gaze, turning your thoughts into her own. There's no stopping the string of robberies that follow her. Until she meets Rebecca, a detective, someone with the same emerald green eyes as her. She can't understand why Rebecca's  trying to help her and not just arresting her like she should. What are Rebecca's plans for Emerald Thief ?Will she survive them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elizabeth A Cooper
• Release date: Jan 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513004259

Elizabeth A Cooper

Hi Im Liz, a writer, nurse and mother. I have always enjoyed reading and decided to dive into young adult writing. I love a story that pulls you in, one your not able to put down and I strive to create those stories. I live in NH with my one year old son, husband and boxer mix. I currently work full time as a nurse and am striving to make my passion a career through writing.

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DEDICATION

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To my family and friends who have supported me on this crazy adventure.

CONTENTS

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1A Different Life

2Long Forgotten

3Caught By A Pair

4Withdrawal

5Plans

6Back to the Past

7Changing Time

8Changes

9Disappearing Forever

10Life's Uncertainty

11Putting the Past Back Together

12Making Amends

Preface

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I'm an awful woman. I've known this my whole life. It's in my walk, my speech, my personality. Who would believe that baby that started sweet, fragile, and innocent would turn out to be like me.

My parents hated me for my gifts; that’s why I left at 18. They hated what I could do to them, what I had become. I can live on my own without my parents, without anyone. I can get everything I want.

I'm not sure there's anyone else in the world like me, no one else with the power to persuade. I don't know what people see in me or what makes them give over to my wants. I concentrate on what I want them to do; I stare deep into their eyes. They take one look into my strikingly green eyes and give in.

Daily, people willingly let me take their possessions. I have no remorse for what I've done.The addiction for more is growing and comes on suddenly. I take and take and take, but I will never be satisfied. I'm a danger to everyone around me. I should be locked up somewhere and highly medicated.

1 a Different Life

3 Years Ago

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I hear the door bell ring, followed by a loud bang on the door. I roll myself off of the couch and onto my feet. I glance at the mirror above the fireplace. I see round emerald green eyes on an oval face I no longer recognize. Framed by a mop of disheveled, curly blonde hair. I used to straighten my hair, but I don't bother anymore. The door bell rings again, and I swing the front door open. In front of the doorway stands an average, athletically built cop standing beside a balding, mid-forties, beer-bellied man I recognize from the store yesterday.

Great, I mumble under my breath.

Molly Princhett? says the cop.

Yes, I say.

I'm Officer Brown and this is Mr. Jacobs.

You! Mr. Jacobs yells. You took my wallet!

No, I say You gave the wallet to me.

Why would I give you my wallet? he says. I don't know what kind of voodoo magic she does, but this has to stop. She's stealing from everyone. And I know I'm not the only one who has complained!

Molly, starts the cop, I have had several complaints from others in town. Why does everybody’s money disappear after talking to you?

It doesn't disappear, I say. I'm not a magician. I ask and they give their stuff to me. What's the crime in that?

She puts a spell on people; she's a witch! Jacobs yells.

Settle down, says the cop. We will get your money back. Molly, where is the man’s money?

Here, I say, handing him the money from my pocket.

These situations need to settle down or you're going to be seeing the inside of a jail cell pretty soon.

He gave me the money. I'm still not seeing the crime in that.

He says differently.

I slam the door shut. How is it my fault he gave me what I asked for? I feel a little twinge in my chest, that twinge you feel when you know you're lying to yourself. When you know you made him give you the money. I push the thought away, I don't deserve to be treated like this. I can't help that I have a gift; there should be a hate crime against hating people with gifts.

The door swings open again and slams against the back wall. My mother walks in, looking unnerved.

I just saw a cop leaving our driveway.Do not tell me he was here for you again! she screams.

What do you think? I say.

"Molly Marie Princhett, I cannot do this anymore; there are cops at