Book 1 in the Adoration Series
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Adeline Dubois is drowning. Fast.
She has tried to keep her head above the water, but every time she was able to get the smallest bit of air, she was dragged back under by the waves.
A familiar face from her...
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The smoke from the cigarette seeps out of my mouth, lightly hitting my face as I walk right through it. The cold feeling helps to make up for the warmth of the morning.
On my way home yesterday, I had found a small shop that contained various items, the main thing attracting me being the selection of cigarettes they had. My packet ran out the night before school started, so I decided to get a new one. Well, steal a new one.
It's quite concerning how easy it's gotten for me to simply borrow items without paying. Even though it's prohibited for people under the age of eighteen to smoke in France, many people my age did. My ex boyfriend was the one that taught me how to steal. Due to the many times we'd stolen cigars and alcohol from different shops across Marseille, I've become quite good at the art of thievery.
After the little argument I had with my mom, we decided not to speak to each other for the rest of the night. She did come to tell me good night and that she loves me; a routine she does every night since tomorrow isn't guaranteed. I ran straight back to my room after dinner and smoked one cigarette, using a candle to get rid of the smell afterwards.
I find comfort in smoking. The distraction from all the unpleasantries of my life is what makes it so addicting, even if it only lasts for a little while. I love looking up at the ceiling and seeing it spin, with a false sense of relaxation creeping up my spine.
Old people in the streets would glare at me in France, ashamed of a kid so young with a joint. They'd tell me that it would lead to lung cancer and that I'd die sooner than the rest of my peers. It's not like my will to live is strong anyway, so dying early while enjoying my high sounds like a dream.
The owner of the record store also got back to me last night, requesting that I go for an interview on Friday at 4, right after school. Victoria's words replayed in my head once I received the text, and I was suddenly calmer about the interview.
The thirty minute walk to school is spent with me further damaging my lungs, thinking about how I need to start signing up for sports and clubs soon enough. Grades are almost insignificant without any extracurriculars to add to college applications. I did a few back in France, but I still need to do some for my senior year.
For sports, my idea is to join cheerleading. I think it would be the easiest one for me to adjust to since I've been figure skating for 13 years. I might also join the volleyball team; apart from figure skating, volleyball is my favourite sport. Clubs are a bit harder for me to determine. The school has an art history club, which instantly drew my attention. Last year, my art class was focused a lot on various famous artists, so it should be easy enough for me to handle. The music club is also quite appealing. I think Levi is there too.
The school's orchestra is satisfactory. I've read that they do performances for the whole school occasionally. With my experience in a youth orchestra, this is also a good option for me.
