Becoming Sarah
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Imagine waking up in a body that's not your own. Now imagine you've inherited the body of a model-perfect young woman with a trust fund and a hot boyfriend. For 16-year-old Jamie Lumley -- broke, overweight, plain, and with an alcoholic mother who can barely keep a roof over their heads -- this should be a dream come true.
Jamie's glad just to be alive. The last thing she remembers is the horror of her own rape and murder. When she opens her eyes again, she is Sarah Winslow, a spoiled rich girl who may or may not have committed suicide. Jamie is determined to reassure her grieving mother and best friend, then avenge the death of her "other" body.
Meanwhile, she must live as Sarah. Jamie can't believe anyone as beautiful and wealthy as Sarah Winslow could be unhappy enough to purposely overdose on pills. But the more she delves into Sarah's life, the more she comes to understand that Sarah had troubles of her own.
Can Jamie get her old life back? Does she even want it? Or will she slip into Sarah's old ways, partying with Sarah's shallow friends and sleeping with Sarah's gorgeous -- but dishonest -- boyfriend Nick?
In this intriguing novel, a teenage girl finds that even beauty and riches bring their own problems -- and that starting a new life after death may not be as simple as it seems.
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Becoming Sarah - Miranda Simon
Becoming Sarah
By Miranda Simon
CAPUCHIN BOOKS
Copyright © 2012 Miranda Simon
Other novels by Miranda Simon:
Wolf Moon Rising
Where Fairies Dwell
The Sea King’s Daughter
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.
This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, living or dead, are purely coincidental. All characters and events in this work are figments of the author’s imagination.
Table of Contents
In the Beginning
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Free First Chapter: Wolf Moon Rising
IN THE BEGINNING
Hey, girl, c’mere.
I should never have answered him. I should have pulled my hand-me-down pea coat tighter against the night air and kept on walking. Instead, I paused and peered into an alleyway smelling of urine and garbage.
Hey, Jamie. Yeah, you know me.
He grinned, and his teeth shone bone white in the light from a street lamp.
I did know him, a lanky, quiet kid who sat in the back row of my health class. Robert something? No, Ricky. Ricky Jones. He never said much, never did much except doodle in a spiral-bound notebook, but he wasn’t one of the rowdy ones, either – the bad boys who carried knives in the pockets of their sagging jeans.
Yeah, you, I got something to show you,
Ricky said, and when I hung back, afraid, he laughed softly. What, you scared of me or something? You’re kinda cute when you’re nervous.
And those words hooked me like a fish on a line, because nobody had ever called me that before. Smart, sure. I made every honor roll. Reliable, absolutely. I can always depend on Jamie,
my mother liked to say. I get us into messes, she gets us out.
Usually this was after one of her binges, when I fixed up a payment plan with PG&E or stood in line at the church that gave out free groceries. But cute? Never once.
I took a handful of nervous steps into the alley and stopped. Hey, Ricky.
My voice sounded small and squeaky; I cleared my throat. What’s up?
He motioned me closer. Nothing much, just wanted to say hi. You going home?
I nodded and thrust my hands deeper into my pockets. Yeah.
You work at the library, huh? I seen you there.
His tongue crept out of his mouth to lick his lips. It must pay pretty good there.
It’s all right.
I rocked on my heels, my heart all of a sudden thumping in my chest. I glanced over my shoulder. No one on the street. I should have let Otto, one of the library techs, walk me all the way home, but it was out of his way and I’d urged him to turn back a few blocks ago. It was our late night, the one day of the week we stayed open until nine, and I knew he was eager to be home with his girlfriend and month-old son.
I glanced back at Ricky, who took a sudden step toward me. I – I have to get home,
I said, my mouth dry, but he caught my arm, hard, and wouldn’t let go.
Not yet,
he said, not yet,
and he pulled me deeper into the shadows. Even through the wool of my coat his fingers pressed bruises into my flesh. In my mind I started screaming, but the sound wouldn’t come from my throat. He pinned me against the brick of one of the walls. I struggled – I was bigger than him, and almost as tall – but he was all wiry muscle and it did me no good. His mouth pushed up against mine without tenderness. He’d been drinking; his breath stank of beer – sour and yeasty. His front tooth cut my lip and I tasted blood.
My first kiss.
Sixteen and never been kissed. My best friend Maria said I was too serious for romance, too focused on the A’s I need for a college scholarship, but then she was always too kind. She swore up and down that with the right diet, the right zit cream, a new hairstyle and the perfect outfit, I’d look like one of the girls in Cosmo. I knew better. Boys didn’t look at me, not in that way.
But oh, God, I never thought it would happen like this. Not in a stinking alley, not with the wall cold against my back and Ricky’s mouth grinding into mine. When his fingers tore at the button on my jeans I began to cry, huge gulping sobs. I groped for my phone, but it wasn’t in the one coat pocket I could reach.
Shut up,
Ricky said, his face twisted and ugly, shut up, girl. You’re lucky I want you. Fat bitch, lucky any man will have you.
When I cried harder at that, he slammed my head back into the wall and then pushed me down on the ground, onto the damp, filthy street, and still I couldn’t quite believe this was really happening to me.
Ricky tugged down my jeans and I just lay there, my head throbbing and aching, my eyes clouded with tears. When I blinked they ran down into my hair and I could see the sky – clear with a handful of stars. Between the fog and the city lights we hardly ever saw stars in San Francisco. Or had I simply never noticed, walking around all the time with my eyes on the sidewalk?
Ricky knelt over me and fumbled with his own pants. I shut my eyes and waited for it to be over. Soon it would end and then, and then. . .I would get up and go home? Pretend it never happened? Go to the police and have everyone know, at school and at work and everywhere, and feel sorry for me?
No,
I said. The word came out choked and quiet, so I said it again. No!
Shut up, shut up!
He nearly screamed the words. I saw fear on his face, and it gave me hope.
Ricky, please, you don’t want to do this.
I couldn’t quit crying, but I pushed the words out between gulps. Please stop now. Please.
Shut up,
he said again, and struck me. A fist to my cheekbone this time, a pain so sudden and shattering I couldn’t even cry out. And then when I could I screamed so loud the sound grated in my throat and echoed in the dark. I screamed and kept on screaming until Ricky’s fingers closed around my throat and I had no breath left.
Funny how the world narrows down when you can’t draw your next breath. Suddenly that’s all that’s important. I felt Ricky push into me and thought the pain would tear me apart, but somehow that hardly mattered. I couldn’t breathe and if I didn’t soon I wouldn’t survive. It was that simple.
I clawed at his hands on my throat until a pool of black spread before my eyes, dark and thick as spilt ink. I’d never imagined this kind of crushing agony. I wasn’t sure I believed in God but at that moment I prayed anyway to whatever force in the universe might hear me.
I don’t want to die,
I said, not now, not yet.
The words fell silent from my lips, but the wish was as urgent and true as any I’d ever made.
Then darkness.
CHAPTER ONE
I woke with my throat on fire and sour vomit in my mouth. With great effort, I raised my head. I was lying on a chilly, unfamiliar tile floor, in an unknown bathroom, with a puddle of puke in the bathtub and a half-empty bottle of vodka within arm’s reach.
Oh, God,
I moaned, and the voice in my ears was a stranger’s voice, lower and deeper than my own. I wasn’t dead, but my head throbbed to the tempo of jungle drums and my body felt bruised, pummeled, abused beyond repair. I grabbed the edge of the sink to pull myself up. My fingers brushed a plastic prescription bottle and sent it clattering to the floor. I caught it before it rolled behind the toilet. Xanax, according to the label, prescribed for a Sarah Elizabeth Winslow. Empty.
I set the pill bottle back on the sink, turned on the faucet, and cupped my palm to catch the spill of cold water. That’s when I realized, staring at my hands, that they weren’t my hands at all.
My own fingers