D.J.

By Evelyn Morehead

“My name is M.S Granton. M.S stands for Mary Sue, but no one, not even my own mother addresses me as that. I’m tall for my age; some people even think I skipped a couple grades. I have long, silky brown hair, which I usually have tied back in a ponytail. I have radiant blue eyes which stand out against my tan skin. My mom and Tess aren’t shy in telling me how beautiful I am. I could never match Tess when it comes to beauty and fashion, but I suppose I’m a little bit pretty. Usually, I wear a blank expression on my face, the only face I know.”

M.S. and Tess are best friends from different worlds but with D.J. in the picture, can they survive the greatest test their friendship has ever known?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781304946355

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Chapter 1

You know what? Forget I ever even told you! Her shrill voice filled the room.

I just think it’s stupid, that’s all. I shrugged and turned on my side.

Stupid? How could love be stupid! I could hear the anger and feeling of betrayal in her voice. I tried to hold in my snickering laugh.

Come on, Tess, I said calmly, No one feels true love in middle school. And of all people, you picked D.J to be your little crush. A pang of stupidity hit me. Was I really wasting my time having this conversation?

Honestly M.S, you just don’t know what it feels like to be loved. No wonder your dad left you! I pulled my sleeping bag over my ear and cringed. This time she had gone too far, and she knew it.

I’m going home, I said as I got up to gather my things.

I’ll show you the door. I was about to exit, but then I turned back around to face Tess head on.

I hope dreaming about your little crush gives you more pleasure than having a best friend. And with that, I began my walk home in the darkness.

My name is M.S Granton. M.S stands for Mary Sue, but no one, not even my own mother addresses me as that. I’m tall for my age; some people even think I skipped a couple grades. I have long, silky brown hair, which I usually have tied back in a ponytail. I have radiant blue eyes which stand out against my tan skin. My mom and Tess aren’t shy in telling me how beautiful I am. I could never match Tess when it comes to beauty and fashion, but I suppose I’m a little bit pretty. Usually, I wear a blank expression on my face, the only face I know. Tess says that I grew up too fast, and I know that’s true. I’ve seen too many things in my life to be normal; things that set me apart from the other kids.

I may only be thirteen, but I live as though I’m twenty. My life consists of taking care of my mom, who is too depressed to do anything with her life. Ever since dad left, she’s been questioning if life is worth it. I’m around to remind her that it is. I usually don’t see much of my mother. She spends most of her days talking to her garden. It’s a square patch of soil with one dying tomato plant in the middle. But still, mom goes out each day and speaks to it.

On the walk home, I felt a pang of guilt rush over me. I hated leaving mom alone in the house, even if it was just for a sleepover, but I knew she didn’t feel the same way. She was always aching for me to get out of the house. Mom never said why, but I know that it’s because she feels bad that I have to live in a run-down house. She feels bad that she can’t afford for me to get an education. She feels bad that we have to rely on Tess’s family for food and school. And she feels bad that I grew up too fast. She hates having me locked up in that house of forgotten dreams. Yet every day, I reassure her that I’m happy to be living the life I’m living. A little white lie can’t hurt.

My best friend, Tess, has been helping my mom and me out for a couple of years now. When I was around five years old, my dad left with no explanation at all. He took our whole life savings with him, however. At least, that’s what mom told me. I know that’s not all my dad took; he also took my mom’s hope. Fortunately,