Title: This Life Isn't Mine
Author: Dominique Laura
Blurb: Most nights, when I close my eyes, my dreams are filled with memories from my past life, the one I lived before this. I remember who I was and the people in that life, and I don't want any part of this one. Everly Hope Davis isn't who I want to be, but she's who I am. In the beginning I fought against her and everything in her world, but it's impossible to hate something when you're living it every day, when the people involved make it a life worth living. I'm trying to make the best of it now, but deep down I know this life isn't mine.
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When Blake pulled out of the school, it grew quiet, a thick, awkward silence Arielle couldn’t stand, so she broke it. “So, how do you like it up here?”
“Great. I’m making some new friends.”
Arielle snorted, a very unladylike sound. “Of course you are. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with the cute new guy?” Her cheeks flamed. She didn’t know what was wrong with her because most of the time she never spoke up, but with Blake, she had a case of word vomit.
“Uh, yeah. About that. I didn’t mean to say it.”
“What did you mean?”
“Well, I meant it. You’re cute…but I didn’t mean to say it out loud. So how about we forget it?”
He chuckled. “I can, but on one condition. You have to go out with me tonight.”
Her eyebrows raised. “Where?”
“I have to go decorate this house with my family for some Christmas thing. It might be lame, but if you were there, it would be way more fun.”
“Um. Not to be an idiot, but isn’t Christmas, like, four months away?”
“Christmas is four months away, but they like to get a head start. They go all out. Every room gets decorated, furniture moved around. They open their house up to whoever wants to see it.” Blake paused. “Oh, and the outside gets done too. Can’t forget the outside. It’s called the Christmas Trail, but if you think it might be lame, you don’t have to come.”
Arielle shrugged, trying to act cool, but inside, her heart screamed with excitement. “I would love to come, if Dad will let me. I don’t have anything else to do.”
He smiled at her, but his eyes never quite left the road. “Sure thing. We’re here anyway.” As he pulled into the driveway and shut his car off, he glanced at Arielle, running his finger along her cheek. “By the way, I think you’re cute too.”
Before she could respond, he hopped out. She didn’t have a choice but to follow.