Annabel Maribel: Entering Brooskworth Academy - Excerpt
I thought I'd post an excerpt of my new Reverse Harem Academy Series. Annabel Maribel: Entering Brooksworth Academy. This book is quite different from what I usually write in that it's dark and deals with some raw stuff like bullying, violence, suicide, revenge, and death. I want to include some sort of psychological suspense/thriller with supernatural/superpower into the series, as I personally enjoy that sort of manga and anime. But of course, since it's dark and I'm new in writing this sub-genre, meaning I might be really sucked at writing it, I hope it won't put you guys off from reading it since I've enjoyed plotting and writing it so far. ^_^Annabel Maribel: Entering Brooksworth Academy is up for Pre-order on Amazon. The release date is August 11th. It will be in Kindle Unlimited on the release day.
Without further ado, here's the Blurb and Chapter One of Annabel Maribel.BlurbA girl with telekinetic ability is hunting down the culprits behind her identical twin sister’s death, and she needs help from three gorgeous boys.What I’m about to do will hurt a lot of people.If you saw your loved ones suffering, would you just stand there, look the other way, and pretend like nothing is happening? I know you wouldn’t and neither would I. But in this case that’s exactly what happened. They pretended they didn’t see. They pretended nothing was happening. It got worse and now it’s too late. A life was lost, and still, no one cares. But I’m about to change that. I’ll make them see. I’ll make them sorry.My name is Maribel St. James, and I’m going to hunt down the culprits who tortured my identical twin sister and make them pay. In the new term, I’m going to be attending Brooksworth Academy, a prep school for rich kids, and I’m going to be my sister, the new Annabel St. James.Here at this cutthroat, perfect school where the system is like none other, I not only encounter Ao, Jayce, and Nolan—three very different boys from different backgrounds who have connections with Annabel—but a mysterious group whose sole purpose is to bring misery and death to their targets. One of those was Annabel, and now me, because in their eyes, I am her, and they will stop at nothing to have me dead.But I’m not about to be scared off that easily. After all, as I’ve just discovered myself, I’m not a normal girl. I’m an Esper with telekinetic ability, and when I get pissed, shit hits the fan.So a warning to the perpetrators: watch out because you won’t see me coming. Annabel Maribel is an academy vigilante series with a slow burn reverse harem romance.CHAPTER 1ANNABEL’S DIARYI can’t do it anymore. I have no other choice. This is the only way. Mom and Dad, I love you. Maribel, I’m sorry I let you down. Please forgive me for what I’ve done. You’re my sister and my best, best friend. I love you. Remember, this isn’t goodbye.Annabel* * *MARIBELI freaked out like crazy as Dad drove us out of the airport toward Interstate 93. It was my and my identical twin sister Annabel’s birthday, and Dad and I were already late. I didn’t want to upset Annabel, knowing how paranoid she’d be. It was just Annabel, always so worried about other people’s welfare, afraid they’d get into some sort of mishap. And that was why I loved her to bits. She was always so caring.Of course, I blamed Dad for our delay. It was his fault for booking the flights so late. We knew it was the busiest time of the year during Christmas, and Dad being Dad, naturally he hadn’t bothered to book the tickets until a week before the important date. I had known I should’ve been the one arranging this trip since he was so busy with work. Dad, however, had insisted he’d be the one to take care of it.It was a miracle that seats were available at all, and getting on the flight was bothersome, too. I had always disliked traveling when there were so many people rushing everywhere frantically, as though the world was about to end. And if I remember rightly, so did Annabel.I took out my smartphone and quickly texted Annabel to tell her we were going to be late and that we were fine, so no need for her to worry her pretty head over us.After the message was sent, I returned my attention to Dad. He gave me a side glance and then chuckled. “We’ll make it on time.”“I hope so,� I said under my breath, folding my arms across my chest. I winced, gritting my teeth. My rib was still sore.The pain had started yesterday and out of the blue, like usual. Maybe I have been practicing my Taekwondo too hard? But I haven’t been doing more than what I had been doing for the past three years, which was practicing the martial art only three times a week. Before that I had always had pain coming and going at odd times and on odd parts of my body.“Did you hurt yourself again?� Dad asked.I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t want to bother him with my problems. I was old enough to look after myself. After all, I was about to turn sixteen.When I noticed that he was still waiting for my answer, I said, “If so I don’t remember doing it.”“You really should see a doctor.”I shook my head in the negative. I had been to see Dr. Emily Bennett five times already in the past three months about the odd pain. She had checked thoroughly for any bruises or marks that might have suggested the cause of the pain, such as from accidents I didn’t know about. After a few appointments like this, she began to suspect something wasn’t right and looked at me differently. She had told me there was nothing wrong with me, and if this were to happen again, she’d refer me to a specialist.I knew what type of specialist she’d refer me to—ones who dealt with nutcases—a psychiatrist.Secretly, I knew she was thinking I was mentally unstable, faking it to seek attention. The reasons? My parents were divorced. I was separated from my identical twin sister, Annabel, whom I loved dearly. I used to get bullied at school. Actually, both Annabel and I had been prone to bullies. Probably because of the glasses and braces. It had stopped after I took up Taekwondo and taught those bullies a thing or two.Oh, the traumas of my childhood. It all added up, didn’t it?Well, I thought her assumption was bullshit. Why would I want to seek attention? If it wasn’t real I wouldn’t be asking for help.After she had a short meeting with Dad, informing him of my fragile condition—that there had never been anything wrong with me and that I had been doing it to seek his attention all along—I was pissed. At the same time, however, I felt awful and embarrassed.I didn’t want my own dad to think I was a nutcase every time he looked at me.After the session ended, I had decided I’d endure the pain and keep it to myself.To change the subject, I said, “Maybe you could speed up a bit so that at least we can get there on time? I’m turning sixteen in ten minutes.� Dad chuckled again.I glanced at him and saw him grinning from ear to ear. He was in a fine mood. Perhaps he was looking forward to seeing Mom again? After all, it had been a full year since the last time they had met. “Can’t wait to see your sister, eh?� he asked.“Can’t wait to see Mom again, eh?� I retorted, teasing him.His smile suddenly vanished and a dark frown appeared on his face. I felt guilty and regretted making that comment. I knew he still loved Mom, even though she was now in love with another man, Malcolm Wrights.Oh, I guess he was all right, Mom’s new partner. He was damn rich and very good-looking.Yeah, it was definitely true where the good looks were concerned. He was even more handsome than Dad. Maybe that was why Mom went for him?Or maybe it was because of his charm? I wasn’t sure. And to be honest, I had never liked him much. I’d never understood how Mom and Annabel could stand him. He took care of his appearance too much, to the point that he looked fake, like Ken the doll. He was also very strict. Nothing was out of place at their house in Bluelake Valley, so Annabel had told me. His job, a design consultant of something or other, took him away from Bluelake Valley to other parts of the world most of the time.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,� I murmured quickly, hoping sincerely he didn’t take it to heart.Dad glanced my way. “That’s all right, honey.”I sighed, feeling awfully guilty.I looked over my shoulder toward the back seat where all our presents were. I gazed long and hard at the boxes wrapped in bright red and green papers of Santa and Christmas trees. I smiled as I thought about the Taekwondo uniform I had bought especially for Annabel. I was sure once she had the uniform, she had no excuses for not taking up Taekwondo.“What are you smiling about?� Dad asked.“The uniform,� I replied, turning back to look out the window.Surrounding us, the land and mountains were covered in snow. It was almost like a fairy tale—like in the movie The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, when the children entered Narnia.When I had gotten off the plane this morning, I had been quite shocked at how cold New Hampshire was. Then I thought I quite liked having a white Christmas.Just then snowflakes started to descend again, and I watched in fascination.I loved snow. Since we were children, Annabel and I would go out and play our “secret hunt� game for hours on the huge property at Grandma and Grandpa’s. Then we’d rush back into the house and enjoy a lovely hot cocoa Grandma made for us.I opened the window and stuck my bare hand out, feeling the tiny snowflakes, cold and wet, against my skin.“Is she keen to learn Taekwondo?� Dad asked.I turned my hand over this way and that, exposing all the surface of my skin for the tiny snowflakes to kiss. When it got rather cold, I withdrew.“Yeah.� I paused as I pulled the sleeves of the jersey to cover my icy fingers. “At least I think so.”As the car rounded the corner and passed the big sign that said Welcome to Milton, I knew we were nearly at my grandparents� house. I felt my stomach flutter in anticipation. Soon, I’d be reunited with my twin sister, and we’d have a whole week together. It was so exciting.I relaxed back against the seat and closed my eyes.I missed Annabel so much. We were the best of best friends. When Mom and Dad had filed for divorce five years ago, we were naturally heartbroken. When we had found out we weren’t allowed to live together with Mom, which I had no idea why, we were both devastated and ran away—to prove a point. Mom and Dad had been very upset about it all. Everyone else thought we were being immature.But how do you expect a couple of eleven-year-old girls to be mature?The image of Annabel once again appeared in my mind’s eye. I could see her like I always saw myself every day when I looked in the mirror. We were so alike with ash-blond hair and blue-gray eyes. Most people got us confused and thought we were one person. We had used to play tricks at home and at school, switching our identity and no one was the wiser. Except for Dad. He had always known which of us was which.Though we were very similar, we were also very different. Everyone knew Annabel was the pretty one. She had that gentleness about her that I didn’t have. Her smile brightened most dull days whereas mine would have dulled the sunniest day. Most guys were also attracted to her, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she already had a string of boyfriends she didn’t tell me about.Suddenly out of nowhere, I saw a flash of dark pink material floating in midair before my eyes. Then just like that it was gone. I thought it was my imagination. Then it came in an instant.My neck felt tight as though there was something around it. I brought my hands up to my throat, feeling it but there was nothing there. I couldn’t breathe properly and started choking violently. I felt as though someone was strangling me.“Maribel, what’s wrong?”Dad was shouting at me, but I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t speak. The pain was unbearable. I was suffocating so badly I saw the world spinning around me.“Maribel!� I heard Dad’s voice again, tight with concern. Then I felt my body contracting, like I was having some type of seizure. All the while the pain I felt around my neck intensified. I felt like I was dying.Dad slammed his foot on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching stop on the side of the road. He undid the seat belt and leaned toward me.“What’s wrong?� he kept asking me in a panicky voice, his large, warm hands touching my face. He tried to pull my hands away from my throat. “Maribel, what’s wrong?”I could only shake my head as tears squeezed out of my shut eyes. I couldn’t stand it and struggled to open the door.I staggered out of the car into the cold winter outside. My knees were like jelly, and I collapsed onto the side of the road, gasping for breath as I felt my windpipe being squeezed tighter.Dad rushed out and came to kneel beside me, my head in his hands. “Breathe, Maribel, breathe!� he said to me.But I could only shake my head, my hands frantically pulling at the collar of my jersey, and my legs kicking violently. I struggled a few more seconds, and then just like that, I stopped breathing. Then I blacked out.In total darkness, I felt something leaving my body. Then I opened my eyes.I saw Dad’s concerned face looming over me and behind him were dark storm clouds. I felt snowflakes landing on my face. They were cool and wet. I blinked. “Maribel, are you all right? What happened?� I heard Dad’s voice in the distance. But I wasn’t paying him any attention. I was too busy looking at the sky. There was something in the sky, something familiar. Something I loved so much was up there, floating away.“Annabel.� I whispered the name softly between my lips.“Maribel!”I felt Dad shaking me. I wasn’t responding. I was still staring up at the sky, blinking as tears brewed in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. “Maribel!� he shouted, shaking me harder.Finally, I turned my gaze to him. He looked so worried. Poor Dad.“Tell me what’s wrong.”That was when I came back to reality. I felt my heart racing as I just realized that I was still alive and what had just happened was very strange.Why? How?“What’s wrong?� Dad asked again.How could I answer him when I didn’t have a clue what the heck was wrong with me myself?I sat up and realized something. As if by a miracle the pain around my neck had disappeared. Even the soreness about my rib was gone. But along with it there was something else within me that had left as well. I felt like I had just lost something important. I felt like I had lost a part of me.“I don’t know,� I said, tears streaming down my cheeks of their own accord.Dad hugged me tight, his fingers stroking my hair. “Please don’t do that again.� He looked deep into my eyes as he cupped my face. “You scared me. I was worried sick.”I just nodded because I couldn’t speak. I felt I had lost my voice.When he was sure that I was fine, he helped me into the car.“I’m taking you to see Dr. Bennett when we get back,� he said as he started the engine. “It’s getting worse every time.”I shook my head. “I’m okay, Dad,� I found myself saying, my voice dry like dust.“No. We’re seeing Dr. Bennett. If she can’t help us I’m sure she can recommend a specialist.”My heart sank. I tightened my arms about myself. Specialist? Surely he meant a psychiatrist. I didn’t want to go see a psychiatrist. What? Was I a nutcase now? Was my condition that bad?* * *I will post chapter 2 as another teaser closer to the release date. 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Without further ado, here's the Blurb and Chapter One of Annabel Maribel.BlurbA girl with telekinetic ability is hunting down the culprits behind her identical twin sister’s death, and she needs help from three gorgeous boys.What I’m about to do will hurt a lot of people.If you saw your loved ones suffering, would you just stand there, look the other way, and pretend like nothing is happening? I know you wouldn’t and neither would I. But in this case that’s exactly what happened. They pretended they didn’t see. They pretended nothing was happening. It got worse and now it’s too late. A life was lost, and still, no one cares. But I’m about to change that. I’ll make them see. I’ll make them sorry.My name is Maribel St. James, and I’m going to hunt down the culprits who tortured my identical twin sister and make them pay. In the new term, I’m going to be attending Brooksworth Academy, a prep school for rich kids, and I’m going to be my sister, the new Annabel St. James.Here at this cutthroat, perfect school where the system is like none other, I not only encounter Ao, Jayce, and Nolan—three very different boys from different backgrounds who have connections with Annabel—but a mysterious group whose sole purpose is to bring misery and death to their targets. One of those was Annabel, and now me, because in their eyes, I am her, and they will stop at nothing to have me dead.But I’m not about to be scared off that easily. After all, as I’ve just discovered myself, I’m not a normal girl. I’m an Esper with telekinetic ability, and when I get pissed, shit hits the fan.So a warning to the perpetrators: watch out because you won’t see me coming. Annabel Maribel is an academy vigilante series with a slow burn reverse harem romance.CHAPTER 1ANNABEL’S DIARYI can’t do it anymore. I have no other choice. This is the only way. Mom and Dad, I love you. Maribel, I’m sorry I let you down. Please forgive me for what I’ve done. You’re my sister and my best, best friend. I love you. Remember, this isn’t goodbye.Annabel* * *MARIBELI freaked out like crazy as Dad drove us out of the airport toward Interstate 93. It was my and my identical twin sister Annabel’s birthday, and Dad and I were already late. I didn’t want to upset Annabel, knowing how paranoid she’d be. It was just Annabel, always so worried about other people’s welfare, afraid they’d get into some sort of mishap. And that was why I loved her to bits. She was always so caring.Of course, I blamed Dad for our delay. It was his fault for booking the flights so late. We knew it was the busiest time of the year during Christmas, and Dad being Dad, naturally he hadn’t bothered to book the tickets until a week before the important date. I had known I should’ve been the one arranging this trip since he was so busy with work. Dad, however, had insisted he’d be the one to take care of it.It was a miracle that seats were available at all, and getting on the flight was bothersome, too. I had always disliked traveling when there were so many people rushing everywhere frantically, as though the world was about to end. And if I remember rightly, so did Annabel.I took out my smartphone and quickly texted Annabel to tell her we were going to be late and that we were fine, so no need for her to worry her pretty head over us.After the message was sent, I returned my attention to Dad. He gave me a side glance and then chuckled. “We’ll make it on time.”“I hope so,� I said under my breath, folding my arms across my chest. I winced, gritting my teeth. My rib was still sore.The pain had started yesterday and out of the blue, like usual. Maybe I have been practicing my Taekwondo too hard? But I haven’t been doing more than what I had been doing for the past three years, which was practicing the martial art only three times a week. Before that I had always had pain coming and going at odd times and on odd parts of my body.“Did you hurt yourself again?� Dad asked.I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t want to bother him with my problems. I was old enough to look after myself. After all, I was about to turn sixteen.When I noticed that he was still waiting for my answer, I said, “If so I don’t remember doing it.”“You really should see a doctor.”I shook my head in the negative. I had been to see Dr. Emily Bennett five times already in the past three months about the odd pain. She had checked thoroughly for any bruises or marks that might have suggested the cause of the pain, such as from accidents I didn’t know about. After a few appointments like this, she began to suspect something wasn’t right and looked at me differently. She had told me there was nothing wrong with me, and if this were to happen again, she’d refer me to a specialist.I knew what type of specialist she’d refer me to—ones who dealt with nutcases—a psychiatrist.Secretly, I knew she was thinking I was mentally unstable, faking it to seek attention. The reasons? My parents were divorced. I was separated from my identical twin sister, Annabel, whom I loved dearly. I used to get bullied at school. Actually, both Annabel and I had been prone to bullies. Probably because of the glasses and braces. It had stopped after I took up Taekwondo and taught those bullies a thing or two.Oh, the traumas of my childhood. It all added up, didn’t it?Well, I thought her assumption was bullshit. Why would I want to seek attention? If it wasn’t real I wouldn’t be asking for help.After she had a short meeting with Dad, informing him of my fragile condition—that there had never been anything wrong with me and that I had been doing it to seek his attention all along—I was pissed. At the same time, however, I felt awful and embarrassed.I didn’t want my own dad to think I was a nutcase every time he looked at me.After the session ended, I had decided I’d endure the pain and keep it to myself.To change the subject, I said, “Maybe you could speed up a bit so that at least we can get there on time? I’m turning sixteen in ten minutes.� Dad chuckled again.I glanced at him and saw him grinning from ear to ear. He was in a fine mood. Perhaps he was looking forward to seeing Mom again? After all, it had been a full year since the last time they had met. “Can’t wait to see your sister, eh?� he asked.“Can’t wait to see Mom again, eh?� I retorted, teasing him.His smile suddenly vanished and a dark frown appeared on his face. I felt guilty and regretted making that comment. I knew he still loved Mom, even though she was now in love with another man, Malcolm Wrights.Oh, I guess he was all right, Mom’s new partner. He was damn rich and very good-looking.Yeah, it was definitely true where the good looks were concerned. He was even more handsome than Dad. Maybe that was why Mom went for him?Or maybe it was because of his charm? I wasn’t sure. And to be honest, I had never liked him much. I’d never understood how Mom and Annabel could stand him. He took care of his appearance too much, to the point that he looked fake, like Ken the doll. He was also very strict. Nothing was out of place at their house in Bluelake Valley, so Annabel had told me. His job, a design consultant of something or other, took him away from Bluelake Valley to other parts of the world most of the time.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,� I murmured quickly, hoping sincerely he didn’t take it to heart.Dad glanced my way. “That’s all right, honey.”I sighed, feeling awfully guilty.I looked over my shoulder toward the back seat where all our presents were. I gazed long and hard at the boxes wrapped in bright red and green papers of Santa and Christmas trees. I smiled as I thought about the Taekwondo uniform I had bought especially for Annabel. I was sure once she had the uniform, she had no excuses for not taking up Taekwondo.“What are you smiling about?� Dad asked.“The uniform,� I replied, turning back to look out the window.Surrounding us, the land and mountains were covered in snow. It was almost like a fairy tale—like in the movie The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, when the children entered Narnia.When I had gotten off the plane this morning, I had been quite shocked at how cold New Hampshire was. Then I thought I quite liked having a white Christmas.Just then snowflakes started to descend again, and I watched in fascination.I loved snow. Since we were children, Annabel and I would go out and play our “secret hunt� game for hours on the huge property at Grandma and Grandpa’s. Then we’d rush back into the house and enjoy a lovely hot cocoa Grandma made for us.I opened the window and stuck my bare hand out, feeling the tiny snowflakes, cold and wet, against my skin.“Is she keen to learn Taekwondo?� Dad asked.I turned my hand over this way and that, exposing all the surface of my skin for the tiny snowflakes to kiss. When it got rather cold, I withdrew.“Yeah.� I paused as I pulled the sleeves of the jersey to cover my icy fingers. “At least I think so.”As the car rounded the corner and passed the big sign that said Welcome to Milton, I knew we were nearly at my grandparents� house. I felt my stomach flutter in anticipation. Soon, I’d be reunited with my twin sister, and we’d have a whole week together. It was so exciting.I relaxed back against the seat and closed my eyes.I missed Annabel so much. We were the best of best friends. When Mom and Dad had filed for divorce five years ago, we were naturally heartbroken. When we had found out we weren’t allowed to live together with Mom, which I had no idea why, we were both devastated and ran away—to prove a point. Mom and Dad had been very upset about it all. Everyone else thought we were being immature.But how do you expect a couple of eleven-year-old girls to be mature?The image of Annabel once again appeared in my mind’s eye. I could see her like I always saw myself every day when I looked in the mirror. We were so alike with ash-blond hair and blue-gray eyes. Most people got us confused and thought we were one person. We had used to play tricks at home and at school, switching our identity and no one was the wiser. Except for Dad. He had always known which of us was which.Though we were very similar, we were also very different. Everyone knew Annabel was the pretty one. She had that gentleness about her that I didn’t have. Her smile brightened most dull days whereas mine would have dulled the sunniest day. Most guys were also attracted to her, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she already had a string of boyfriends she didn’t tell me about.Suddenly out of nowhere, I saw a flash of dark pink material floating in midair before my eyes. Then just like that it was gone. I thought it was my imagination. Then it came in an instant.My neck felt tight as though there was something around it. I brought my hands up to my throat, feeling it but there was nothing there. I couldn’t breathe properly and started choking violently. I felt as though someone was strangling me.“Maribel, what’s wrong?”Dad was shouting at me, but I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t speak. The pain was unbearable. I was suffocating so badly I saw the world spinning around me.“Maribel!� I heard Dad’s voice again, tight with concern. Then I felt my body contracting, like I was having some type of seizure. All the while the pain I felt around my neck intensified. I felt like I was dying.Dad slammed his foot on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching stop on the side of the road. He undid the seat belt and leaned toward me.“What’s wrong?� he kept asking me in a panicky voice, his large, warm hands touching my face. He tried to pull my hands away from my throat. “Maribel, what’s wrong?”I could only shake my head as tears squeezed out of my shut eyes. I couldn’t stand it and struggled to open the door.I staggered out of the car into the cold winter outside. My knees were like jelly, and I collapsed onto the side of the road, gasping for breath as I felt my windpipe being squeezed tighter.Dad rushed out and came to kneel beside me, my head in his hands. “Breathe, Maribel, breathe!� he said to me.But I could only shake my head, my hands frantically pulling at the collar of my jersey, and my legs kicking violently. I struggled a few more seconds, and then just like that, I stopped breathing. Then I blacked out.In total darkness, I felt something leaving my body. Then I opened my eyes.I saw Dad’s concerned face looming over me and behind him were dark storm clouds. I felt snowflakes landing on my face. They were cool and wet. I blinked. “Maribel, are you all right? What happened?� I heard Dad’s voice in the distance. But I wasn’t paying him any attention. I was too busy looking at the sky. There was something in the sky, something familiar. Something I loved so much was up there, floating away.“Annabel.� I whispered the name softly between my lips.“Maribel!”I felt Dad shaking me. I wasn’t responding. I was still staring up at the sky, blinking as tears brewed in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. “Maribel!� he shouted, shaking me harder.Finally, I turned my gaze to him. He looked so worried. Poor Dad.“Tell me what’s wrong.”That was when I came back to reality. I felt my heart racing as I just realized that I was still alive and what had just happened was very strange.Why? How?“What’s wrong?� Dad asked again.How could I answer him when I didn’t have a clue what the heck was wrong with me myself?I sat up and realized something. As if by a miracle the pain around my neck had disappeared. Even the soreness about my rib was gone. But along with it there was something else within me that had left as well. I felt like I had just lost something important. I felt like I had lost a part of me.“I don’t know,� I said, tears streaming down my cheeks of their own accord.Dad hugged me tight, his fingers stroking my hair. “Please don’t do that again.� He looked deep into my eyes as he cupped my face. “You scared me. I was worried sick.”I just nodded because I couldn’t speak. I felt I had lost my voice.When he was sure that I was fine, he helped me into the car.“I’m taking you to see Dr. Bennett when we get back,� he said as he started the engine. “It’s getting worse every time.”I shook my head. “I’m okay, Dad,� I found myself saying, my voice dry like dust.“No. We’re seeing Dr. Bennett. If she can’t help us I’m sure she can recommend a specialist.”My heart sank. I tightened my arms about myself. Specialist? Surely he meant a psychiatrist. I didn’t want to go see a psychiatrist. What? Was I a nutcase now? Was my condition that bad?* * *I will post chapter 2 as another teaser closer to the release date. 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