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Growing up isn't much fun...Laurie is dreading the start of high school. She wants things to remain the same, her friendships to stay constant, and her life to be familiar. But the encounter with a tall, blue-eyed boy changes all that for her when she attends her very first house party. Love is definitely on the horizon for Laurie, but as her life progresses, she barely recognizes the girl that stares back at her in the mirror.Is this what growing up is supposed to feel like? Such confusion and heartbreak? Sometimes the young girl turning into a young woman craves the idealistic world she used to live in. As time flies by, Laurie realizes that the old world she once inhabited no longer exists, and she is forced to embrace all that comes with her new life, whether it is the excitement of a new boyfriend or the sadness of losing a loved one. Laurie has never felt such a dichotomy in her life before, and she is definitely not mature enough to handle what comes next.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 juillet 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645368281
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Broken Ties
Michelle Ongaro
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-07-31
Broken Ties About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment
About the Author
Michelle Ongaro is a mother of two who has longed to be a published author since she was a young girl. She lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, son and daughter, and her fluffy fur baby named Charlie.
Dedication
I dedicate this book to my wonderful mother who passed away late last year. I will never forget your words of wisdom and encouragement while I wrote this book. You were so excited and proud of me when I told you all about this endeavour. I miss you dear mom but your words and the memory of your beautiful smile are with me always. I love you.
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Michelle Ongaro (2020)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Ongaro, Michelle
Broken Ties
ISBN 9781643785950 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643785967 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645368281 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019916880
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Acknowledgment
Special thanks go out to my girls…my greatest friends in the whole entire world. Without the four of you in my life, I don’t know where I would be. Your encouragement and love have been true lifesavers and I will treasure our friendship as long as I live.
To my parents, whose unconditional love and belief in my abilities made me into the person I am today. Thank you for all that you are, and all that you do.

I can’t believe it…summer is finished! This thought races through my head as I stand at the bus stop waiting for my school bus to pick me up. It is my first day of high school. Wow! Wasn’t it just yesterday when the whole gang of us said goodbye to elementary school, to boring old grade eight? But what an absolute dream night that was…the last night we were all together!
As I stand at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive, thoughts of my last moment of grade filter through my mind. The school was set up for our end-of-the-year dance and it looked magical. All the decorations were so amazing and they even had a DJ playing music for us. Oh yes…there was magic that night because that was the night I got to dance with Tommy Gray, my one true love. He was…is…my reason for living. It’s not that he feels the same way. In fact, I doubt he even knew I existed until we had that dance together, but what a dance it was!
That’s what made the night so amazing for me. After loving Tommy for years from afar, I finally got the chance to dance with him. Of course, it all happened by mere accident. He was talking with Roger, who kept looking at my best friend Mary. So when Roger approached us as the next slow song came on, Tommy followed, not realizing that Roger was going to ask Mary to dance. Once he did, Tommy looked at me and said the most amazing words I have ever heard!
“Well, um, I guess we should dance too or something.”
And dance we did…to my absolute most favorite song in the world! Like I said… it was magic!
But here I am now. Summer is over and another school year is about to begin. Only this isn’t just any school year…This is THE school year. Grade nine! The big times are here. ‘Where the heck is the bus,’ I wonder, ‘and where the heck is Mary?’
“Oh crap…I hope I haven’t missed the bus on the first day of school,” I mutter to myself, but then relief washes over me as I see Mary approaching the bus stop.
“Wow! You’re here early, Laurie.”
I gape at Mary, hardly recognizing her. She is wearing the tightest blue jeans I have ever seen and a shirt that shows off her assets, if you know what I mean. And her makeup? We’re about to start high school at an all-girls catholic school. Who needs makeup?
“What? Why are you looking at me like that, Laurie?” She sounds annoyed, but she has a huge grin on her face.
“We are going an all-girls high school, Mary. Why do you need to wear makeup?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders, which causes her risky t-shirt to fall off her shoulder.
“And don’t you find it too cold out here to be wearing a shirt like that?”
Mary rolls her eyes at me, completely at ease with her wardrobe choice.
“It’s still summer technically, Laurie, and I like what I am wearing. Since tomorrow we have to start wearing our school uniforms, I thought I would live it up for today.”
I sigh. Mary has been my best friend since we were the tender ages of two, but lately she has become so different, almost brazen in her attitude. It kind of makes me feel uncomfortable and almost childlike compared to her.
“Stupid school uniforms anyway. Why did our parents decide that going to a catholic high school was the best choice…an all-girls high school at that?!”
Mary’s facial expression leaves little to the imagination. She is obviously very annoyed at the idea of spending the next four years at an all-girls school.
“Mary, we’ve been going to catholic school our whole lives…Why wouldn’t we go to a catholic high school? Besides, it will be okay. There’s less pressure this way.”
Mary scoffs at me, thoroughly disgusted by my acceptance of our fate.
“What horrible wrong did I commit in my life to deserve this destiny?” she moans at me.
I roll my eyes at her this time.
“Aren’t you being a little melodramatic right now?”
"Melodramatic? How are we supposed to meet boys if we’re stuck at an all-girls school?
Thank God for high school dances or else we would never find boyfriends!"
“Boyfriends?” I squeak. The only man in my head is Tommy Gray. No other boy matters.
“Yes, Laurie…boyfriends! I can’t wait to find the man of my dreams this year.”
“Mary, aren’t we a little young to be worrying about boyfriends?”
“Oh, Laurie, you are so young.” She smiles rather condescendingly at me.
‘Young?’ I think to myself. ‘We’re the same age. In fact, our birthdays are just a couple of weeks apart.’
I raise my eyebrows in protest.
“Don’t get all mad at me.” She says when she notices my reaction. “It’s just that you still look like you’re in elementary school. I mean, look at what you are wearing.”
I glance down at my khaki pants and pink sweater. She has a point.
“And you don’t even have a stitch of makeup on. Not even lipstick or gloss for that matter.”
“I don’t like wearing makeup. You know that.” I am beginning to feel exasperated by her. Just because we are starting a new school, okay…high school, doesn’t mean everything, including the way I dress and whether or not I wear makeup has to change. I resent the change Mary is so obviously okay with and embracing. It intimidates me.
“Laurie, grade nine is a huge difference from grade eight. We are maturing, getting older. We have to look the part now.”
“And wearing tight jeans and makeup looks the part?” I mumble this under my breath.
Mary shakes her head and sighs.
“Trust me, Laurie, when we go to our first high school dance, you are going to want to be wearing makeup. I am positive that all the other girls will be wearing it. And as for the tight jeans, they are comfortable and that’s all that matters.”
I glance at her attire. I doubt very much she is comfortable! It looks like they could split right down the middle if she so much as bends over.
Suddenly Mary starts jumping up and down, almost squealing in delight.
“Here comes our bus. Grade nine, here we come!”
Suddenly I feel very nauseous and very homesick for grade eight.
The bus ride seems to take forever while my heart races and my palms begin to sweat. That was the good thing about elementary school…good old St. John’s. We were so close to it that we could walk. But now we are in high school, and it is too far away from us, so we have to take a bus, a stupid, stinky bus. I try and halt my mounting anxiety, but it comes at me in huge waves and I am victim to its insinuation.
“Laurie! Earth to Laurie!”
I glance over at Mary who is sitting right by the window. She knows I like window seats!
“Ummm, ya?”
“What are you thinking about? You look like you are constipated or something.”
“Thanks, Mary!”
“Well, what’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know. This bus stinks.” I wrinkle my nose in distaste.
Mary looks around, frowning.
“You’re right… It does stink on this bus. Let’s hope it doesn’t smell like this every day.”
I sigh, trying not to let my fear of grade nine overwhelm me.
“Laurie, cheer up. We won’t be on here forever. In fact, we’re almost at school.”
Her delighted squeals are starting to irritate me. Does she have to be excited about everything today?
“Oh Laurie, this is going to be such a blast. No more recesses, like little kids. We get spares and we can even walk down to the mall and do some shopping when we’re on break. I hope we have most of the same classes together. It would be great if we even had our spares at the same time. But if we don’t, that’s okay. We