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Saved Times Three
Edee Wilcox
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Erica Lawrence’s world is about to change. Erica discovers it isn’t just a new house she’s moving into, but a whole new world. She’s introduced to a social life she never knew existed and meets a father she buried in her memory long ago.

“And the Grammy goes to…”

Erica Lawrence waited anxiously for the announcement. She could feel the clammy dampness ooze from her palms. “This is it,” she whispered, “The moment I’ve waited for my entire life.”

~ * ~

“Erica Lawrence!” a loud voice boomed.

Erica jumped from her seat, covering her mouth demurely with her hands. “Oh.” She looked at the rows of empty desks before glancing up at the owner of the voice. “I must’ve dozed off.” The dream faded quickly from her head.

“Seems that way,” Blake Larkston chuckled. “You must’ve been dreaming about something pretty awesome. That grin was unmistakable--even in a sleep-induced state.”

Erica felt her cheeks burn. “I don’t remember,” she stammered. “I’ve got to get to my locker. Farron’s meeting me.” She grabbed her notebook from the top of the desk and scurried past Blake into the crowded hall. Blake was only the most handsome guy she had ever seen in her life. How could she be so stupid? She found her locker and fumbled with the combination until it popped open.

“You look frazzled. What’s up?” Farron Parker asked as planted herself beside Erica, her long jean-clad legs spread apart enough to make her eye to eye with Erica.

Erica shook her blondish red waves. “I made a complete idiot of myself in front of Blake.”

“I’ve done that thousands of times, but I was usually hammered at the time. What’s your excuse?”

Erica wasn’t sure if Farron was joking about being hammered or not and she wasn’t sure if it meant what she thought it meant anyway. She hadn’t lived in Hidden Oakes that long and wasn’t sure if things had the same meaning as they did in her old neighborhood. There, no one would admit to being hammered. “Definitely not my excuse,” Erica answered, “I was just tired. So tired I fell asleep and he caught me dreaming.”

“Must’ve been some dream. Was it about Blake?” Farron’s eyes held a hint of mischief.

“No. It wasn’t about anybody really.” Erica shoved a notebook into her already overstuffed locker.

Farron leaned her bare boney shoulder against the locker beside Erica’s. “You’re still going tonight, aren’t you?” She popped a large bright pink bubble that provided a sharp contrast against the ivory tint of her skin.

“As far as I know.” Erica stopped long enough to look at Farron. “I’m still shocked Mom agreed in the first place. She’s usually so, so…”

“Overprotective?” Farron finished before blowing another huge bubble.

“Yeah, overprotective,” Erica answered, slamming the locker door before anything could tumble out. How it could be so packed this early in the school year, Erica had no clue, but if this was any indication, she might have to make some other arrangements for her stuff by Christmas!

Farron smacked the wad of gum and examined her short pink fingernails that matched it. “At least you know she cares. That’s more than I can say about my parents.” Farron rolled her eyes as she pushed herself from the locker. “Let’s get this weekend started.”

Farron and Erica shoved their way through the crowded hall and onto the front lawn of Hidden Oakes High. Farron winked. “John and Blake are picking us up at your house.”

“That’s great. Blake probably thinks I’m an idiot after waking me up.”

“Like I said, he’ll get over it. I’m sure I’ve done a lot worse in front of him. In fact, one time, he had to practically carry me to the car because I kept tripping over my own feet. That’s what too many shots of vodka will do to you.” Farron grinned.

Erica figured that’s what she meant by being hammered. “I wouldn’t know since I’ve never tried vodka.”

“We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we? About tonight, I’ll come early so we can get ready together.” Her eyes roamed across Erica’s faded jeans and lime green T-shirt. With a shrug, she added, “I’ll bring something for you to wear, too. We need to update that look of yours.”

Fiction Books :: Coming of Age Books

ISBN: 1597058130
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597058131
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 246
Paper Weight (lb): 10.4

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