Finding Faith - Coming Of Age Romance Saga (Boxed Set)

Third Cousins, Esla Warren

Description

Faith thought that starting a new school for her senior year was as bad as it was going to get. She thought that making new friends and finishing her exams were going to be her biggest problems, but she was wrong. When she meets smooth talking Sam on her first day, she can tell something isn't right about him. After going to a party and bumping into him again, she finds herself waking up the next morning with no memory of what happened. There is someone who knows what happened, though, but is he willing to tell the truth? Follow Faith on her journey through the twists and turns in this gripping saga!

Sujets

• Romance novel
• Coming of age

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 15 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781683057581
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Table of Contents
Title Page
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Finding Faith
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Synopsis...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Copyright
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Coming Of Age Romance Saga
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By: Esla Warren & Third Cousins
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Book 1
Coming of Age Romance
By: Esla Warren & Third Cousins
A SYNOPSIS...
Faith thought that starting a new school for her senior year was as bad as it was going to get. She thought that making new friends and finishing her exams were going to be her biggest problems, but she was wrong.
When she meets smooth talking Sam on her first day, she can tell something isn’t right about him. After going to a party and bumping into him again, she finds herself waking up the next morning with no memory of what happened.
There is someone who knows what happened, though, but is he willing to tell the truth?
INSPIRING WORDS
“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.”
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
CHAPTER 1

When your father is the minister and you live next door to his church, you realize pretty quickly in life that you aren’t allowed to complain about anything. If something happens and you don’t like it, then you must put it down to the situation being a part of God’s plan. If something happens that makes you sad, you must remember that God doesn’t give you anything that you can’t handle. That’s why I didn’t even bother trying to argue with him when he came home one night and told me that we were moving.
I’d known for a while that he was unhappy. My mom had passed away six months before and I could see her ghost in his eyes whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. I understood. I understood why he felt he had to go. He couldn’t face all the places they'd been together. He couldn’t face the ghost of the woman he had promised to love for the rest of his life. That was the cruelty of it all, really. Her life was over. She was gone, but he wasn’t. He was still there, missing her, hurting over her and loving her. My father was a good man. I doubted that he would be released from his torment until God decided it was time for him to rest.
Our move meant that I was to start at a brand new school for my final year. This wasn’t something that made me happy. I had a life where we lived. I’d been brought up in the small town. I knew all the people and all the people knew me. What could I say, though? What could I do? Even without it being God’s plan, how could I ask my father to live with the ghost of my mom so close? I couldn’t. It would be the ultimate act of selfishness and I wasn’t selfish.
We moved during the last week of the summer holidays. The moving truck came early and the house was mostly packed away into it before I’d even gotten completely awake. I spent a lingering few minutes walking around the rooms, which would soon be filled with some other family’s stuff and memories. It was my home. It was the place where I’d had my mother and it was being taken away from me just like she was. It wasn’t fair. I wouldn’t ask to stay because that wasn’t fair on my father, but moving away, that wasn’t fair to me.
I knew no one in my new town. My father had suggested that I go out, so that I could meet some of the locals before that Sunday’s service, but I hadn’t seen the point. Everyone would already know each other. The cliques in school had already been formed years before and I didn’t have much hope that I would find myself fitting in with any of them.
No, I spent the first few days in my new town sitting in my new room. It didn’t even feel like my room. It smelt weird and the light fell differently through the window. All of my stuff was in boxes. I spent the first couple of days changing that. I thought that perhaps, it would make me feel a little less homesick, but, if anything, it only made it worse.
I woke up with my stomach in knots when the first day of school came breaking through the darkness. I got up and got ready, because I knew there was no way that I would be able to fall back to sleep.
My father was surprised to find me already downstairs when he got up. “Are you nervous?” he asked, as I pulled my crusts away from the toast I’d just made.
“What would make you think that?”
He looked at my hands and then at the pile of crumbs I’d created on the table. “You’re keeping your hands busy,” he smiled at me, even though I’d made a total mess of his table. “You know, it won’t be as bad as you think. You must remember that we are never given challenges that we cannot face.”
“You can face a challenge without succeeding, though, dad,” I reminded him.
“Ah, but if you have tried, can you really consider it a failure?”
The answer to that was yes. If you tried something and it didn’t work out, then you failed. I know that people say that it’s the thought that counts, but I wasn’t convinced that sentiment was strictly true.
“I better get going,” I said, standing up from the table.
He looked behind me at the clock on the wall. “It’s still pretty early. Are you sure you need to go already, Faith?”
I nodded. “I want to get my student pack early, so I can check out the map and get used to the layout. If I do it before school starts, then I won’t be late for any classes.”
“Do you want me to drive you?”
“No, it’s okay. I know the way from here. It’s not far.”
He walked over to where I was standing and kissed me gently on the forehead. “I hope you have a good day, sweetheart,” he said warmly.
“Thanks, dad. You, too.”
I walked out of the kitchen, up the hall, and out of the front door. I could feel the sun kissing my skin from the moment I stepped out into it. It was beautiful. I walked along the quiet sidewalk and towards the big school campus, which was away from the center of the town.
When I got there I found that the large field out front and the wide hallways inside felt creepy without anybody else walking across them. It didn’t take me long to find the student reception and I was happy to find the map they gave me was pretty simple to follow. I was prepared. At least that was something. At least I wouldn’t be the new girl who showed up for her last year without a clue.
CHAPTER 2

“You’re new, right?”
I turned and found myself looking at a guy who towered over me. He must have been at least 6ft. He had broad shoulders that complemented his height. He tipped his head slightly and his shaggy, dark blond hair fell to the side and threw a shadow over the right half of his perfectly formed cheekbones.
“Yeah, I’m new.”
“I thought so,” he said with a grin, which looked as though it was being fed from a pretty deep bank of self-appreciation. “I saw you a minute ago down the hall and I knew that I would have remembered seeing you.”
“Well, congratulations,” I said stiffly. I knew his type. I’d know pretty much everything that I needed to about him from the football jacket he was wearing.
His smile brightened and then quickly dimmed, as he realized that my congratulations had only been meant ironically. “Are you a senior?”
I nodded.
He grimaced. “Oh, that’s a tough break. I would have hated having to start a whole new school in my last year.”
“Well, good job it isn’t you, then.”
“Do you want me to show you around or something?” he asked, when he realized that I wasn’t going to help push the conversation forward. A touch of frustration was starting to hit his eyes over my attitude towards him. I could tell without having to ask that he was used to girls being much friendlier with him.
I shrugged. “I guess you can if you want.” I wasn't toying with him. He didn't seem that interesting.
“What’s your first class?”
“History, in room 40.”
“Okay, cool, I know where that is,” he said, turning. “Just follow me.”
I followed him down the hallway like his new captive. I could feel people’s eyes burning into my skin. It was obvious that he wasn’t the kind of guy who normally greeted new students. “So, how come you moved?” he asked, when he stopped outside a door marked 404.
“My father decided to change his parish,” I said.
“His parish?” he asked me in disbelief.
“Yeah, my dad works in a church.”
“So, you’re like a daughter of God?”
“Well, we’re all supposed to be children of God,” I corrected him.
“That’s so hot,” he said, as his eyes roamed around my body. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other.
“Okay, well it was great to meet you,” I lied. I turned so that I could push open my classroom door.
“Wait,” he called after me.
“What?”
“What’s your name?”
“Faith,” I told him and then I pushed open the door.
“Don’t you want to know mine?” he asked in a dejected kind of way.
“Sure,” I answered to humor him. I turned around and held the door open with my back. “Hello,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Sam.”
“Sam,” I nodded. “Okay, well, I’m going to my history class