Now she has a chance to be normal again. Back in school, she meets a boy who seems too good to be true. Cute, kind, trusting. But what will he do when he finds out the truth about her past?
The best place to hide is in a lie…
I could never fit in to the life my parents demanded. By the time I was thirteen, it was too much. I ran away to New York City…and found a nightmare that lasted three years. A nightmare that began and ended with a pimp named Luis. Now I am Dirty Anna. Broken, like everything inside me has gone bad.
Except that for the first time, I have a chance to start over. Not just with my parents but at school. Still, the rumors follow me everywhere. Down the hall. In classes. And the only hope I can see is in the wide, brightly lit smile of Jackson, the boy next door. So I lie to him. I lie to protect him from my past. I lie so that I don’t have to be The Girl Who Went Bad.
The only problem is that someone in my school knows about New York.
Someone knows who I really am.
And it’s just a matter of time before the real Anna is exposed…
What's "normal", anyway?
I've never been a fan of normal, honestly. Why strive to be like everyone else? Why should I like this music just because everyone else does? Who needs matching socks, anyway?
Don't get me wrong, I was still intimidated by my peers but I didn't let that fear tell me who I could be. I just didn't shout my oddities off the roof tops. And in that respect, I really wasn’t that different from, well, everyone else.
Normal basically means "like everyone else" but really, that’s impossible. The things we try so hard to achieve in order to be normal (cool clothes, makeup, watching the cool movies, having the right friends, the right boyfriends or girlfriends) are really meaningless. They're just there to mask the things that make us un-"normal". And we all have those things.
Honestly, I think the one thing that makes us like everyone else are the secrets we hide. The good, the bad, the quirky. All those things that make you YOU. Those things are more normal than the things we show to the rest of the world. They're what makes us human.
My "normal-for-me" things? Growing up, my mother had a mysterious illness that kept her in bed pretty much always (she's now diagnosed with Lupus.)
My father quit his steady job as a machinist and started a business as a magician/balloon man.
My parents divorced when I was in middle school and it left my father bankrupt.
Not everyone knew these things about me. Most of the people I met at school would never know them. (well, except for my father's job since my first car was a minivan with "Extreme Family entertainment" signs all over it)
We're all a little weird. We all have secrets.
And THAT'S what makes us normal.
About the author:
Stacey Trombley lives in Ohio with her husband and the sweetest Rottweiler you’ll ever meet. She thinks people are fascinating and any chance she has, she’s off doing or learning something new. She went on her first mission trip to Haiti at age twelve and is still dying to go back. Her “places to travel” list is almost as long as her “books to read” list.
She wants to bring something new to the world through her writing, but just giving a little piece of herself is more than enough.
Keep a look out for her debut novel NAKED, coming from Entangled Teen in 2015