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All-American Girl: Volume 1 PDF/EPUb by Meg Cabot. 45suwSAarnobayar - Read or Download Meg Cabot's book All-American Girl: Volume 1 in PDF. Author of Haunted (The Mediator #5), The Princess Diaries (The Princess Diaries #1), All American Girl, How to Be Popular, Ready or Not. Results 1 - 10 of All formats available for PC, Mac, eBook Readers and other mobile sad - Seventeen-year-old Amy was the perfect girl in everyone's eyes.

Shouldn't have a crimp left if I went out such a day as this; and I want to look nice when Polly comes. It's your place to go and get her; and if you wasn't a bear, you 'd like it. I supposed I 'd got to go; but you said you 'd go, too. Catch me bothering about your friends another time! No, sir! She 's ever so nice; and I shall keep her as long as she 's happy. Boys of fourteen are apt to think so, and perhaps it is a wise arrangement; for, being fond of turning somersaults, they have an opportunity of indulging in a good one, metaphorically speaking, when, three or four years later, they become the abject slaves of "those bothering girls. I never saw her, and she never saw me. You'll have to come too, Fan," he added, pausing on his way to the door, arrested by the awful idea that he might have to address several strange girls before he got the right one. I dare say she'll know you, though I'm not there, because I've described you to her. Sisters never do, as "we fellows" know too well.

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Taped into a shape resembling feminine grace through sheer force of will. Get too close to me and I will infect you like the most deadly disease.

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My misery is contagious. I will kill whatever happiness dwells inside you, extinguish that inner light you've always carried like a gust of wind blowing out a candle.

If you meet me on the street you should hurry on without a backward glance, and later when you climb into bed beside a happy girl with simple thoughts and stroke her perfect hair with fingers that are still shaky from our near-miss, you can whisper that you had a brush with death today, darling, and somehow lived.

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I sit alone in the darkness, watching bugs fly one by one into the glowing fluorescent zapper machine my neighbors installed to keep the mosquitos away from their balcony.

Every few seconds, like clockwork, the pervasive quiet that seems to wrap the world in wool at three in the morning is interspersed by the unsettling buzz of tiny winged kamikaze pilots meeting their maker. Zap, zap, zap. I am transfixed, entranced by the sudden flare of the bulb each time it claims a new victim. There is something morbidly fascinating about these insects, drawn against all natural instinct to their deaths by the lure of this warm, bright killer.

Can't they see their brothers and sisters before them, incinerated like birds flying too close to the sun? Don't they recognize danger as they sail straight toward it? Apparently not. I press the damp surface of my beer bottle against my cheek, closing my eyes at the cool sensation.

It's humid tonight. Sticky heat. The kind that makes you sweat through your clothes just sitting there still as a statue, doing nothing more exerting than pulling breath into your lungs.

The sprawl of downtown is a distant glow from out here on my narrow cement balcony, which overlooks a parking lot full of crappy old cars and cracked asphalt. This neighborhood is about as far from the glitz and glamour of the Hills as you can get while still calling Los Angeles home. Cynthia, my mother, hates that I live here almost as much as I hated living under the roof she pays for with an overly-generous alimony stipend from her third husband.

Moving out last year with nothing but the thin wad of cash in my wallet, my broken-down Honda, and whatever clothes I managed to stuff into a duffle bag in the hour-long interval she vacated her beach-front condo in Manhattan Beach for her yogalates class was the best decision I ever made, even if she refused to speak to me for six months after she realized I'd gone.

Cynthia - which, for the record, is what she's asked me to call her since I was in diapers- still hasn't quite forgiven me for maneuvering my way out from under her thumb, but she can't shut me out completely.

After all, I'm the star on which she has pinned her every hope and dream for fame and financial security.

And a trainer doesn't let their prized racehorse just quit. Not before they've won the damn Kentucky Derby - or at the very least been turned into glue for profit. I'll be auctioned off for parts before she willingly loses her return on investment. I did not pay for fifteen years of dance and vocal lessons to have you flush it all down the toilet. Bringing the bottle to my lips, I drain the dregs of my beer in one long gulp.

I set it beside the six other empties lined up like fallen soldiers at my feet and tilt my head up to look at the faint stars overhead. They swim before my eyes like fireflies in the hazy LA heat. Everything is a bit fuzzy around the edges. Maybe I shouldn't be drinking by myself, but I live alone and right now not drinking is not an option.

I could call Harper, but she's got work in the morning and dragging her out of bed to deal with my drama in the middle of the night would only make me feel worse. I sure as shit can't call Cynthia.

She'll never let me hear the end of it. Drinking on the night before your big audition? You'll have bags under your eyes! You're competing with perfect little seventeen-year-old sluts for this part. Don't you wish we had the money Papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me!

How happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries! Well, I think we are. For though we do have to work, we make fun of ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say.

Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle. It's so boyish!

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