Something About Andrea

By Kaya Forman

Kaya brings the story of Something About Andrea to life. In this novel, Andreas obsession with Leland leads her to compromise her values as a Christian woman.

Andrea quickly learns love is blindto the point of her own demise. In her downward spiral of self-loathing and pity, Andrea finds rebellion to equal freedom. Will her faith be able to keep her grounded, or will she turn away? The spirit of her deceased father tries to lead her back to the right path. Will Andrea listen? Something About Andrea is a story of faith and moral being put to the ultimate test. Sometimes, you need a friend to help you find your way. Andrea couldnt have imagined who that friend was.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524559274

Kaya Forman

Kaya Forman is a fictional novelist who embarks on a new novel, Something About Andrea. She enjoys writing all genres in a unique way, making the reader feel like they are watching a movie instead of reading a book. In her novel, Billy: Survivor Still Surviving, Kaya brought the reality of sexual abuse and homelessness to the forefront. Kaya is not afraid to be bold and holds nothing back from her books. Her mission in life has always been to bring awareness to human trafficking and to offer compassion to the less fortunate. Kaya resides in Florida where she is always working on a novel, a song, or a poem.

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Copyright © 2016 by Kaya Forman.

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Rev. date: 11/10/2016

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Contents

Preface

Chapter 1:   Something Has Changed

Chapter 2:   Wednesday Night

Chapter 3:   Why Is He Here?

Chapter 4:   Text Begins

Chapter 5:   The Aftermath

Chapter 6:   Next Level

Chapter 7:   Bobby Knows Best

Chapter 8:   Bobby At It Again

Chapter 9:   It’s Not Over

Chapter 10:   Gets Worse Before It Gets Better

Chapter 11:   Three Months Later

Chapter 12:   True Healing

About The Author

About The Book

To my three princesses. I love you, guys.

Don’t ever think you’re less than what you are.

God has created you to reign as queens.

Preface

Chapter 1

SOMETHING HAS CHANGED

I woke this morning, I guess, with what you call an epiphany. I can’t believe this is my last semester at Anderson Community College. In the fall, I will be going to a university and will be away from all my friends. The major pain will be being away from him, Leland. I know he still doesn’t know I exist besides seeing me in the school hallways and on youth night at church, but we never had a real conversation. I know I won’t be missed by him at all. I will also miss Pastor Hill; he has been great these last couple of years; I couldn’t have asked God for a better pastor.

My name is Andrea; people call me an overachiever, although that’s not how I see myself. I may be graduating from college at eighteen years of age with my AA in arts and my BA in science but I call it hiding myself in my studies. I think everyone sees my academic achievements but they don’t seem to notice I have no social life other than going to church or to an academic school function. I have never been kissed by a boy, let alone get close to even being asked on a date, but somehow I’m labeled an overachiever. They must have switched the word weight with achiever. I’m an overweight black girl from Southern Florida, my mom is from Trinidad, and my father is from South Carolina. I got my father’s height and my mother’s soft hair, but everything else went south. My breasts are embarrassingly big; I wish I could tie them down with some rope. I weigh, on a good day, 190 pounds; and I’m five feet two inches. Let’s just say I’m ugly, but behind all that is a girl waiting to break out of all the books and live a little.

I permed my hair for the first time a month ago on my eighteenth birthday, and no one seemed to notice any change at all. That was a major deal for me; my hair was thick and kinky, all natural down my back, now it’s straight and silky. The only thing my best friend Natalie said to me was, Girl, you messed up. Now your hair’s going to fall out. What does she know anyway? She’s the perfect white girl, blond hair, green eyes; and her big butt is natural. I think she may think that because we have been friends since kindergarten, she knows everything there is to know about being black and living in Florida. The truth is there is not much of a difference between her and me.

The only reason why we’re even allowed to be friends is because her racist father is in prison and her mother is always caught up with a different deadbeat boyfriend every year, no, every month. I don’t go much to her house; we mostly hang out at my house, since my mom is all tied up in working twelve-hour shifts at the hospital and sometimes pulling doubles; so when she is home, she’s asleep. It bothers me. I just want to tell her how much I miss doing things with her. It has been years since I’ve even sat on her bedside and had a real conversation.

Natalie and I are both only children, and both of our fathers are gone; my father was a great dad, he would take us to the Englewood Beach or to Siesta Key on the weekends. But since he died almost four years ago, things have changed. I gained more weight and Natalie is becoming more of a stranger.

Last semester, I met this new girl; her name is Bobby. Bobby is pretty cool. I’m trying to get dressed as fast as I can because Bobby is punctual, I mean, more than I am. Today she’s taking me to school since Natalie all of a sudden, for the last couple days, has had something better to do, not that she told me what that was. That’s how she’s been changing. In the past, Natalie told me everything; now I just have to make assumptions. If it weren’t for Bobby, I would have to ride on this funky awkward-shaped dollar bus that is always late; and I already have geek written all over me, with the stacks of books I carry around campus. Not that it matters. In college, being a geek can be a good thing, all stereotypes aside. I just want to fit in the real world somehow. These books hanging from my arms as I waddle back and forth make me look like one of the greener professors. As I think about all these things while getting ready to go, I can see Bobby pulling up to my house. After jumping into my skinny jeans, bouncing around until they’re up my waist, and bending over to fasten them, I threw my sweater on, even though I know it’s not going to be cold. Let’s face it; it’s never cold in Florida. I just don’t like the air-conditioning blasting on my arms in those cold classrooms. I look out my blinds to see Bobby parked there in my grass, smoking a cigarette while waiting for me; I run back into my room and grab a little bottle of perfume and push the front door open as I grab all my books.

Andrea, you need some help with all that. I don’t know why you don’t invest into one of them suitcases with wheels on the bottom. I see a lot of people around campus with them. Andrea opens the door to help me.

You know, you’re right, Bobby. That would be pretty logical. Wait here while I lock my door. I run back to my front door, locking the bottom lock, and squeezing myself into Bobby’s Chrysler LeBaron convertible. She takes it upon herself to shove my books to the backseat helping me with extra room in the front.

I like how you did your hair today, Bobby.

No, it’s just faded, Andrea. Because I actually washed it, instead of it being hot pink, it’s just pink. Bobby’s hair was always cool; since the day I met her six months ago, she’s had pink hair. Every now and then, she will add a blond streak or purple or orange or even a blue streak; but seeing her with pink hair, I’m starting to think it would be weird seeing her with a natural color.

We pull up at the campus; the air is still damp. Bobby had to go to the library to work on some paper, so I decided to get a coffee from the cafeteria. Everything was as usual; the same people are walking by in the hallway, people in little groups are chattering about their next papers or what they are wearing. I had my books squeezed tight when my cell phone chimed in my back pocket. I was trying to pull my phone out while still clutching onto my five books when my phone went flying out of my hands and so did the books. If it wasn’t for the familiar voice of Natalie, I would have never noticed Leland was even there.

Leland, OMG! Andrea just dropped her cell phone and all her books. Aren’t you going to be a gentleman and help her pick them up? I felt all the blood rushing to my face. Did she say Leland? I was already on my knees scrambling around when I reached for my phone and his hand touched mine; I looked up in pure terror.

I got it thanks. The words could barely leave my mouth.

I could hold your books for you. Andrea, right? If I had fair skin, I know I would be red, blushing,

Yeah, hi. Leland, right? Thank you! Natalie came over grabbing me by my shoulder helping me to my feet as I dusted off my knees.

Come on, Andrea, Natalie said in her squeaky voice while taking the books out of Leland’s hands. Come with me to the ladies’ room.

Well, bye, Leland said as we walked the in the other direction. I was still choked up, I didn’t even say