Chapter One
The first time I ever laid eyes on Jason, I thought he was a
junior-mack-daddy-wannabe that probably sat around on a Commodore 64 computer
drinking grape Kool-Aid out of a peanut butter jar while watching Good
Times. I couldn't stand his ass.
The feeling was mutual, though, because our first physical interaction was when
he gave me the finger and then spit on my saddle shoes. We were in the fifth
grade, and from the day my parents and I drove up in our Ford station wagon, I
knew he was trouble.
The movers got there about an hour after we did. I was sitting on the curb
playing jacks when the big truck came flying around the corner, practically
tilted on one side. I figured the driver was going to lose control of the truck
for sure, and every valuable possession we owned would end up strewn all over
the street.
Being the wonderful and unselfish little girl I was, my main concern was that my
black Barbie didn't lose a limb or anything in the process. Table lamps, my
father's eight-track tape player, and my mother's dishes were all replaceable,
but the hell if I was going to be able to replace my Barbie. She was my pride
and joy. I had even painted her fingernails with glittered polish and made her a
sexy dress ou ... read full excerpt from: Addicted: A Novel ebook
