TITLE: Phoebe and the Wanderers
GENRE: Young Adult
He kissed me.
(And, no, you haven’t skipped a bit — that’s really where this all began).
He kissed me and my heart — which was already pounding at the shock of
his appearance — clocked the kind of speed known only to astronauts
There’s never anyone else at the lake — ever. I was alone in that
sheltered hollow in the woods, when he popped up right before me, with
not a twig-snap or crunch of gravel to warn of his approach.
I should have hit him. I should have pulled away. I’ve done the
self-protection course at school: this was clearly an invasion of my
personal space. But his lips were soft and smelled faintly of peaches
and, since I turned sixteen, my status as one of the never-kissed had
been bugging me a bit. So, I let him kiss me. And, if all kisses are
going to be like that one, then I’ll be up for many, many more.
It was like he triggered some sort of thermonuclear chain reaction
just beneath my skin. Had I been wearing jewellery, it probably would
When he drew back, I could barely inhale, let alone speak. Instead I
took a good look. He had light brown skin, and darker brown hair that
fell in loose curls to the collar of his baggy white shirt. His nose
was long and straight and his dark eyes shone like tree sap weathered
by the sun.
I’d never seen him before in my life.