Adjusting to a new town was hard for Tara Edwards. Luckily, she was able to find a friend in Darren Jones, the boy whose family owns half the city. He offered her protection and friendship, but what he wanted in return was more than Tara was willing to give.
Eventually, Tara leaves the city she grew up in, looking to start a new life. What she cultivates is far from the traditional progression of things, and Tara soon finds that sometimes what you don't want is exactly what you need.
When tragic circumstances cause her to return to the city that she hates, it feels like everyone she has ever damaged is there to haunt her. Just when it seems like the ghosts of her past are going to drag her down into the pit of despair, there's a light at the end of the tunnel in the form of an old friend. But when things turn a bit more than friendly, Tara finds herself caught between two men, trapped between her past and her future.
Damaged is loosely based off of Behind Her Green Eyes, a novel referenced in the Wrong or Write series.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryKids can be cruel. You never realize it before you start going to school. Your parents shelter you the best they can, only introducing you to the parents of other kids whom they don't mind you playing with. It's the age of innocence. The age where everything is alright in the world.
That first day of school is scary. Your parents do everything they can to prepare you for it, telling you it will be wonderful, that you'll have fun and make lots of great new friends. They don't tell you about the assholes waiting to point out even the smallest flaws. They don't tell you about the bullies. Because if they did, would you ever let them drop you off in front of that imposing building without kicking and screaming and causing a scene.
I started kindergarten like every other child, nervous but excited. I didn't cry when my parents dropped me off. I genuinely liked my teacher. Everyone seemed nice . . . until recess.
“Bug eyes,” I heard a kid say. I was minding my own business, swinging on the swings. I hadn't made any friends yet, but I wasn't too worried about it. It was the first day, after all. I certainly hadn't expected to make any enemies.
“Hey, bug eyes,” the voice came again, this time accompanied by a sharp blow to the back of my head.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I brought the swing to a halt, turning around to see this chubby red headed boy with freckles glowering at me a few feet away. He wasn't alone either. On either side of him was another boy, looking at me like I was no better than trash.
“Why'd you hit me?” I asked, rubbing the back of my head as I fought back the urge to go into a fit of sobbing.
“Because you're ugly. What was your name? Tara, was it? An ugly name for an ugly girl. Tara the Terror.”
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Fiene Luise Weingärtner
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by ES TRADUZIONI
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Author review: Great to work with, as always. |
