Bad Intentions (eBook)
248 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-7712-7 (ISBN)
Nannette Sandy is an award-winning short screenplay writer and a board member at the Desoto Arts Institute. She was born in Brooklyn, New York and now lives in Forney, Texas with her husband of 28 years. She is the proud mother of three adult children.
"e;Bad Intentions"e; tells the story of Kayla Jensen, who winds up in a shelter for teens after her wealthy parents kick her out for a crime she didn't commit. Forced to live on the street, she eventually meets some friends at a shelter, including an elderly lady who offers her a place to stay. As she and her friends begin working at a bar, Kayla witnesses a murder and decides she's the one to solve the crime. That's only the beginning, as she and her friends find themselves stealing diamonds from a dangerous man and trying to save Kayla's sister from men who are looking for her. She meets a handsome guy who distracts her from discovering her family secrets, and her estranged mother comes back into her life with suspicious timing. When murders continue happening and friends go missing in Forney, the evidence points to members of her family. Kayla must decide if she wants to figure out the details of these murders or ignore the facts that could become her worst nightmare. As she sticks her nose in grown folks' business, she experiences far more danger than she could ever imagine, risking her life and everyone close to her in pursuit of the truth. With action, drama, romance, betrayal, family, mystery, and murder, "e;Bad Intentions"e; is a thoroughly entertaining work of fiction. Ages thirteen to eighteen will love this roller coaster of mystery from beginning to end.
Chapter 1.
Who I Was
I was in a deep, sleep or at least I thought I was, until I heard loud yelling and screaming outside my room door. I closed my eyes, but the sounds became louder and louder. I tossed and turned but eventually got out of bed to see what the commotion was. I put on my fluffy slippers and slightly opened my door. The crowded scene was like watching a fight on pay-per-view. People were chanting all kinds of nasty things. I could not see clearly. I rubbed my eyes to confirm that I was not dreaming. When my eyes cleared, I could see bodies wrapped around one another. One of the girls grabbed the other girl by her hair and dragged her to a metal chest that was up against the wall. The crowd thickened and my heart thumped watching everyone just stand looking at these girls trying to kill themselves. One of the girls’ heads had blood coming out of it. She was used as a punching bag. Then her body dropped. The other girl started kicking her while she was on the floor. I looked around and saw faces with scary grins and fingers like swords. I wanted to help the poor girl who was bleeding. Her body lay lifeless on the floor.
“Can we get some help here? This girl is dead,” I yelled. Then there was this sick silence that filled the room. The energy flipped on me. I began to walk backward slowly.
“You need to mind your business, bitch.”
To whom was she talking? I do not know this girl; she is looking in my direction. I trembled.
“Yes, you. Do you want me to kick your ass now?”
I became the center of attention and realized she was talking to me. I turned around and started to walk back to my room. When I got to my door, something hard hit my head. I fell. I closed my eyes. I lay there on the floor for a few seconds. My ears rang from the yelling and screaming. The heavy breath of people swarm over me. I got up slowly and opened my eyes. A blurry figure came into view. It looked like a colorful cloud. Then extended arms pointed in my direction.
The next thing I know someone pulls me up. Did someone help me? I was not sure. Then my eyes see the mean girl.
“Now what? Are you going to fight?” She was a bully. I had never seen her before, but it was nothing new. These are the things you see and go through when living in a shelter for runaways and homeless teens.
“If you hit me one more time, I promise you I will kill you,” I grunt.
All eyes were on me when I made that statement. Something came over me, and it was the fact that I had some warm substance running down my forehead. I knew I had to do something to let the fire go out. They say if you act tough, the message will get across that you are serious. The girl bumped into me and walked off. I sighed. I was relieved that I was going to live another day.
“You should go to the nurse. Your head is bleeding.”
I touched my head and felt the watery substance. “Ouch! Is she crazy or something?” I grabbed the bottom of my shirt to wipe my face. This girl started talking to me.
“She is the new bully on this floor.”
“When did you get here?” This brunette was tall and slim. She was pretty in an intellectual way.
“I moved in like a month ago.”
“Well, my name is Kelly.” Her hand extended.
“Nice to meet you. I am Kayla.”
She gave me a look like she wanted to know what my nationality was. It is the look that all biracial kids get.
“Nice.”
“I like your curly black hair. You must meet our crew—Deebo, Danny, and Faye. Do you want to go somewhere with me tomorrow?”
My head felt like resistant bands were on it. The movements were like drums. Kelly was demanding a first meet and greet. I started to walk in the hallway to the nurse’s office. One was coming my way.
“Come with me. I will see to that wound.”
Kelly got in front of the nurse’s way.
“Hey, nice meeting you. I will knock on your door around ten.” She pointed.
“What? Okay.”
I just met this chick and already she has forced me to have a play date. I followed the nurse. The next morning, I was uncomfortable. My surroundings were unfamiliar. I was in bed. I do not remember who put me there. I raised my head. I immediately put it back down. My head rocked like it was dancing to music.
“You had an unbelievably bad wound. Why were you fighting? Fighting is not tolerated here, and you could get kicked out,” said the nurse.
The throbbing continued. What is she talking about? I got attacked for no reason by this maniac girl that I do not even know. I did not start this mess.
“You must stay here another night to make sure that you do not have a concussion. I will be back to check on you in an hour. Stay out of trouble.” She rests a tray down by my bedside.
“I did not start the fight.” I raised my head. The nurse replaced my IV and walked out. She ignored me and my side of the story. Smoke came out of my nose.
Who does she think she is? Assuming that I am the troublemaker. I just got here. I was alone in the room. I was talking to myself. It would not be the first time.
The next morning, I woke up with Kelly’s face close to mine. “Hi, I’m here to pick you up,” she said with a happy breath.
“Um, I don’t think I can go right now.” I am in the nurse’s station for a reason, I thought to myself.
“Are you in pain?” I felt fine.
“No, but I think I have to stay in bed.”
She picked up my slippers and placed them in front of the area where I stepped down.
“If you are feeling fine, you can come with me. We must visit my friend Faye. She was the one who got beat up yesterday.” That is her friend—why do I have to go visit her? I thought. I wanted to ask more questions about the brawl, but I did not want a full conversation with her. I did what I was told. I followed Kelly.
We walked in the hallway, and I saw one guy sitting on the floor in his room. His sheets were pressed and creased. It looked like housekeepers made it.
“His room is the best one in the whole building,” she said with her hand out like she was Vanna White on the wheels. Some of them looked like weird people waiting for the nurse to drug them. I had to tell myself that I would get out of here soon.
Kelly walked into a room. A girl was lying down on her bed. Her blonde hair was dirty, and she had blue eyes surrounded by black and blue rings. I was guessing she got those from the fight. Her walls were pink, and she had posters of different musical artists on her wall. Two bookcases leaned against each corner of her room that looked like a small library. I dug it. I walked over to the case and pulled out a book.
“Do you like to read?” she asked.
“Not really. I like your setup here.” My fingers brushed the books.
“Yeah, I think I have a little more decorating to do before I am completely satisfied.”
These people are weird. This is not my home. I am not decorating anything. I am getting out of here as soon as I can. I glanced at the room.
“So now that you met Kayla, we will see you around dinner time. I am taking her to meet Danny and Deebo.” The Faye girl waves. Kelly walks out of the room, and I follow her like I am under her spell. We walked to the elevator, and she pressed the number two. She walked out. She walked into the first room that was on the right.
“This is Kayla.”
No regards. She did not care if they were busy doing something. She just barged into their rooms.
“This is Danny.”
He was my height, with dark hair. A few ink marks on his arm. He reminded me of Dezi Arnaz. A younger version of him, of course.
“Hola senora,” I smirked.
Then she sighed. “This hottie is Deebo.” She displayed him like a piece of art. His back was facing us. He was not interested in meeting me. I had enough anyway. I turned to the doorway, to leave.
“Hey, what is up?”
I turned back around. My eyes widened. I saw muscles. Lots of it. He looked like a model. His skin is caramel with curly black hair and hazel eyes. His body blinded me. His carved art was everywhere. He is hot, I thought to myself. My body shivered.
“You don’t speak.” I closed my eyes and opened them back up.
“What is up?” I clenched my teeth. Why did I repeat the question?
“Yes, he has that effect on girls.” I sounded like a dork when I responded to him. I walked out of the boy’s room. “We will see you for dinner,” she yelled out.
I kept walking. I got back to my room. I kicked my door to close it. I jumped on my bed. I watched the ceiling as if it were going to calm my heart down. I thought of this Deebo guy. My eyes created images of us together. He was here in my room on my bed. We were kissing. He tore into my body. He entered me and I moaned. I went to another world. The best vision I had in weeks. My fingers are warm and...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 2.1.2025 |
|---|---|
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Kinder- / Jugendbuch |
| ISBN-13 | 979-8-3509-7712-7 / 9798350977127 |
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