TITLE: The Summer That Saved Me
GENRE: YA Historical
Leaving everything behind that I know and love is the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. It had better be worth it.
I lean forward, elbows pressing into the splintered railing that surrounds the wood plank deck. It creaks and groans as I push on it, like a ghost moaning into the inky black night. The only light comes from the moonlight dancing on the surface of the lake, graceful like a ballerina.
Yawning, I stretch my arms over my head, twisting from side to side, my muscles screaming with every movement. Wincing, I shift my weight until I find a comfortable position.
My favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt is soaked through with sweat from moving the last of my things. I lift it and examine the bruises that dot the right side of my body like someone splattered me with purple paint.
I've never been the type to run away. But this time I had to. If I didn't leave, he might have killed me.
Footsteps clickety clack on the wooden deck. I jump and flip around, searching for the source.
“Will you be ok over here tonight?” My grandmother joins me at the railing.
“Yeah,” I turn back toward the lake and peel a patch of paint off the grey weathered railing, exposing the raw wood underneath. "I think so."
An owl hoots in the distance, the sound bouncing into the trees and darkness. It's going to take me a while to get used to the nighttime noises up here.