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The Girl With the Lips von F., Yassy (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 25.05.2015
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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The Girl With the Lips

A single card can change anything. A prophecy can arise. The truth will come out. If you thought having one boyfriend was hard enough to deal with... How about 3? Come on a romantic adventure with Sienna Lawson to investigate the magical world of time travel. Only a few cards have been flipped in the park and started this whole adventure. Will Sienna be able to save her future, herself and her relationship with others before it is too late?

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 100
    Erscheinungsdatum: 25.05.2015
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483554341
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 322kBytes
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The Girl With the Lips

The Guy with the Tattoo

I woke up in a bed, but not in my room where my mother lives. I was in a hospital room. Everything was different shades of white. The curtains, the covers, the walls... everything was white. My head still throbbed. I looked around. The toilet was in my view. I really needed to go to the toilet. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get up. My body ached too much. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I didn't remember anything. I couldn't even remember my own name or what day I was born on. What was I doing in here?

I decided lying in bed wasn't going to make me feel any better when I was busting to go to the toilet. So I decided to do what every little girl or boy would have done. I peed in the bed. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't smell anything. My nose was stuffy. I seemed to have a cold.

Seconds later, a tall guy-possibly the size of a basketball player-with a long tattoo down his right arm and greasy, black hair came into the room. He sat beside me on the bed. I began to feel nervous. I felt like jelly.

"It's okay, honey, I am here. You don't need to worry anymore. I will keep you safe," he said sweetly, grabbing my hand.

I yanked my hand away and scooted away from him, toward the edge of the bed.

"Who are you?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

"The doctors knew you were going to say that. What do you know, she doesn't even remember her boyfriend," he said sarcastically.

"What! I don't understand. No, that cannot be right." I panted, falling off the bed.

The guy stood up. He helped me back onto the bed carefully by picking me up in his arms.

"You have suffered amnesia, Sienna. I am your boyfriend, Gregory Strummer. I'm not offended if you don't remember me."

"No, I don't remember you. How do you know my name?"

"I went through your wallet when I found you, the day we met, years ago, remember?" he said calmly.

I slapped Greg hard on his arm. I didn't know about this ever. I couldn't even remember this happening. How dare someone go through my wallet? He could have been a robber for all I knew.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't think looking through someone's wallet is the right thing to do. You need to leave me alone. I don't know you and I want you to get out of my life," I screamed at him.

He hurried quickly out the door. A group of nurses and doctors came into the room and stuck a sharp needle into my arm. I went into a deep sleep.

I woke up in a small room. I was not in the hospital anymore. There was a swinging chair to the left of me, a small rotted bench, and I was lying on a fold up bed. There were no windows to look outside, except for the small window on the door to enter the room. I was in no pain at all, so it wasn't a difficult task to get out of bed and peek through the window. Outside were hallways of doors. No one was around. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. My heart raced. I had butterflies in my stomach, and my face was burning up. I was pretty sure I was not in jail, but I was stuck in here.

I started to bang on the door.

"Hello? Is anyone out there? I think you have made a mistake. I'm not a criminal," I called.

A medium figured woman approached my door. She had long, straight, blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail. She wore a blue knee-length dress with a nametag. Her name was Penelope Jonas.

Penelope opened the door and scampered in, locking it behind her.

"Hi Sienna. Welcome to the Mental Institution. How are you feeling today? My name is Penelope," she said.

"Well, I am trying to get out. I didn't do anything, I swear," I stuttered.

"We know. You've been hallucinating about a guy for about two days while you were in a coma. You were knocked out pretty bad. Do you remember what happened?"

"This guy was making me mad. His name was Gregory Stunner," I said.

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