No Rest For The Wicked by B.N. (phonics reading books txt) 📕
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Laney Corzoe often feels invisable, but when she finds out Wes Kingsley, the sweetest and of course most popular guy in school, likes her she is shocked. But of course it wouldn't be that easy for her. There was Skip. He always seems to be around when she needs him and he had seen her even when she had felt invisable. But something about him seems off to her and,at times, he scares her. As she gets to know more about Skip and his secrets, she is faced with a choice. A forced one. But Laney begans to feel she has no real choices at all. It was life or death, which would she choose?
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Even knowing this, I still wanted to see what it would be like to go out with Skip. “How’s your car?” he asked. “Fine, my mom got it towed to our house and a new tire put on” I answered. He nodded. “So what do you say, yay or nay?” he asked. I laughed. “Hmm, yay” I grinned. “I’ll pick you up at eight” he said. I looked down at my hands. My mom would flip out if she saw me get on the back of a motorcycle. “Umm, I doubt my mom will let me ride on the back of a motorcycle” I mumbled. A slow smile appeared on his face. “I have a car, what I don’t have is your number…you know, so I can find out where you live” he smiled at my expression and playfully elbowed me. He handed me his phone and I put in my name and number.
I gathered my belongings and stood, he copied me. “Guess I’ll see you later” he said. “Yep” I nodded and walked off towards the parking lot. He went the opposite way, continuing his jog. When I got to the parking lot I searched for his motorcycle and when I didn’t see it I guessed he took his car. When I got home I told my mom that I was going out tonight with Skip, she seemed surprised.
Afterwards I headed to my room to search for what I was going to wear tonight. I felt oddly giddy and kept shaking randomly like I was cold but I wasn’t. I chalked it up as bad nerves. I felt some mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, Skip was a bit of a mystery and I wanted to see how much I could find out. On the other, Skip was a stranger, a hot one but still a stranger. He could be a murderer for all I knew.
I sighed as the shakiness retreated for the time being. I opened the door of my closet which was filled with graphic tees, skinny jeans, and on the closet floor lay flats and converses. I scratched the back of my head and started ruffling threw the overstuffed mess I called my closet. Nothing seemed to shout at me as I pulled out possible outfits. Soon I gave up and went to take a shower. I put on a tank top and shorts until it was time to get ready which wouldn’t be for…I looked at my alarm clock, four hours.
The shaky feeling came back and it kind of rocked my small frame. I laid down on my bed and rocked back and forth, which was something I usually did to fall asleep or calm myself. It didn’t really work; even my breathing came out shaky. What was wrong with me?
After awhile the shaking subsided. The only problem now was that I was sleepy. I watched TV for a while then with a grunt I got up and went back to my closet. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, then I scavenged around and pulled out my gray tight fitted tee with the black print of The Beatles on it, the one with them walking across the street, and to finish my look I grabbed my black cardigan and some silver flats.
It was summer and all but the news reporter said it was going to be windy tonight, I get cold easily, hence the cardigan. I then made my way to the bathroom to figure out what to do with my hair. After flat ironing my hair I put on a little eyeliner, I wasn’t much of a make up wearer but I could handle eyeliner.
When I passed through the living room I saw mom putting on her nursing shoes. “You’re leaving?” I asked. She looked up at me when she was done sliding her feet in. “Sorry Hun…maybe if the date goes well, I’ll meet him next time” she shrugged with a guilty expression. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. “Call me when you’re on your way home and then call me when you get here” she instructed. I nodded again. “Do we need to have the talk again?” she asked. My eyes widened and I groaned. “No mother, please not that!” I begged. She chuckled. “Just checking, but I’m serious…no hanky panky until you’re out of my house and personally I would like you to be married first” she warned. My face turned beet red. “I know, I know…” I mumbled hating talking about this, especially with my mom. “I gotta get going, love you” she said, as she kissed my forehead and went for the door. “Who says hanky panky anymore, anyways?” I asked as she was just opening the front door. She laughed as she walked out.
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Even knowing this, I still wanted to see what it would be like to go out with Skip. “How’s your car?” he asked. “Fine, my mom got it towed to our house and a new tire put on” I answered. He nodded. “So what do you say, yay or nay?” he asked. I laughed. “Hmm, yay” I grinned. “I’ll pick you up at eight” he said. I looked down at my hands. My mom would flip out if she saw me get on the back of a motorcycle. “Umm, I doubt my mom will let me ride on the back of a motorcycle” I mumbled. A slow smile appeared on his face. “I have a car, what I don’t have is your number…you know, so I can find out where you live” he smiled at my expression and playfully elbowed me. He handed me his phone and I put in my name and number.
I gathered my belongings and stood, he copied me. “Guess I’ll see you later” he said. “Yep” I nodded and walked off towards the parking lot. He went the opposite way, continuing his jog. When I got to the parking lot I searched for his motorcycle and when I didn’t see it I guessed he took his car. When I got home I told my mom that I was going out tonight with Skip, she seemed surprised.
Afterwards I headed to my room to search for what I was going to wear tonight. I felt oddly giddy and kept shaking randomly like I was cold but I wasn’t. I chalked it up as bad nerves. I felt some mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, Skip was a bit of a mystery and I wanted to see how much I could find out. On the other, Skip was a stranger, a hot one but still a stranger. He could be a murderer for all I knew.
I sighed as the shakiness retreated for the time being. I opened the door of my closet which was filled with graphic tees, skinny jeans, and on the closet floor lay flats and converses. I scratched the back of my head and started ruffling threw the overstuffed mess I called my closet. Nothing seemed to shout at me as I pulled out possible outfits. Soon I gave up and went to take a shower. I put on a tank top and shorts until it was time to get ready which wouldn’t be for…I looked at my alarm clock, four hours.
The shaky feeling came back and it kind of rocked my small frame. I laid down on my bed and rocked back and forth, which was something I usually did to fall asleep or calm myself. It didn’t really work; even my breathing came out shaky. What was wrong with me?
After awhile the shaking subsided. The only problem now was that I was sleepy. I watched TV for a while then with a grunt I got up and went back to my closet. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, then I scavenged around and pulled out my gray tight fitted tee with the black print of The Beatles on it, the one with them walking across the street, and to finish my look I grabbed my black cardigan and some silver flats.
It was summer and all but the news reporter said it was going to be windy tonight, I get cold easily, hence the cardigan. I then made my way to the bathroom to figure out what to do with my hair. After flat ironing my hair I put on a little eyeliner, I wasn’t much of a make up wearer but I could handle eyeliner.
When I passed through the living room I saw mom putting on her nursing shoes. “You’re leaving?” I asked. She looked up at me when she was done sliding her feet in. “Sorry Hun…maybe if the date goes well, I’ll meet him next time” she shrugged with a guilty expression. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. “Call me when you’re on your way home and then call me when you get here” she instructed. I nodded again. “Do we need to have the talk again?” she asked. My eyes widened and I groaned. “No mother, please not that!” I begged. She chuckled. “Just checking, but I’m serious…no hanky panky until you’re out of my house and personally I would like you to be married first” she warned. My face turned beet red. “I know, I know…” I mumbled hating talking about this, especially with my mom. “I gotta get going, love you” she said, as she kissed my forehead and went for the door. “Who says hanky panky anymore, anyways?” I asked as she was just opening the front door. She laughed as she walked out.
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Publication Date: 08-03-2011
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