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Eighteen-year-old, eccentric Vienne leads a seemingly carefree life. She is a successful show jumper, has a great boyfriend and is loved by her peers. But then the sudden death of her lover abruptly tears her from her idyll. This is what really sets her destiny in motion... And then Aidan, her brother's best friend and her secret childhood crush, shows up in town again...mehr
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KlappentextEighteen-year-old, eccentric Vienne leads a seemingly carefree life. She is a successful show jumper, has a great boyfriend and is loved by her peers. But then the sudden death of her lover abruptly tears her from her idyll. This is what really sets her destiny in motion... And then Aidan, her brother's best friend and her secret childhood crush, shows up in town again...
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Erscheinungsdatum29.04.2022
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Leseprobe



1

In deafening volume the insistently buzzing alarm clock broke the morning silence. I sleepily stroked my black-turquoise dyed, long hair back, while I looked around questioningly. (I was in my bed, of course. But since I usually had the wildest adventures in my nighttime dreams, I sometimes didn't know where I was in the morning). "You look so pretty in your casketâ¦" the singer of the group Blitzkid yelled at me, which made me smile involuntarily. Although I didn't get much sleep last night, the punky music managed to wake up my spirits. Euphorically, I jumped out of bed and softly hummed along to the music. Swinging my hips to the beat and in a good mood, I went to the bathroom next door. I was mighty proud of myself. Because I had been living in my own apartment for a good three months now. Although it had taken a lot of convincing to get my parents agreement having one of the two apartments, which was actually meant for the employees. They had their doubts about their daughter's ability to run a household. For my part, however, I could only see wrong images in the heads of my old masters. And that is why I did not give in, of course, which finally paid off after countless hours of negotiations. In the end, I was ceremoniously handed the key to my own three-room apartment. And I knew right then how a true princess must feel at her coronation as queen. Perfectly styled - which in my case meant a flawlessly light skin tone with smokey eyes - I left the wet room to pose frowning in front of the closet in my bedroom. Like every morning, I asked myself the question of all questions. What on earth should I wear today? After, mostly the same procedure followed again and again. I tried out all kinds of combinations. And then, when the whole back-and-forth scenario finally became too stupid for me, I spontaneously grabbed some clothes and wildly threw them on together. (Yes, I know. The whole procedure could be much shorter, by simply grabbing some random clothes right from the start. But where would be the fun in that, right? Plus, the repeatedly unnecessary time pressure.) As it appeared, today s final outfit and dress up winner turned out to be a dark dress in 50s-style featuring several skulls as decorative accessories and a pair of fishnet stockings. I hurriedly packed my school bags while not entirely being able to ignore the mess in my apartment. I could literally feel the admonishing look of my mother behind my back. I hastily moved the dirty plates and glasses that were already piling up into the sink and spread a dishtowel over them. This made everything look much neater. Satisfied with myself, I reached for my bag. Just now as I was lacing up the straps of my high-heeled platform boots embellished with various horror patterns all over, a honking could be heard from outside. Hastily I closed the apartment door behind me and swiftly hurried towards the car.

"Good morning gorgeous" the driver greeted me as I dropped into the passenger seat of an old '69 Camaro SS and gave me a heartfelt kiss, which felt extremely good. "Been a pretty short night, huh?!" (Allow me to introduce Jared to you! Probably the coolest guy under the sun. Plus, my boyfriend.) he said, alluding to the fact that we'd had a ton of fun together last night. That s why I hadn't gotten home until after midnight.

"Without a doubt. If I'm forced to repeat this several times, you can watch my beauty wither away," I replied with a grin.

"Sweetie, that's impossible. You will always be the most mesmerizingly adorable creature on this planet."

"Oh, so much heartfelt romance in these early morning hours already. This day can only become glorious." Jared smiled and turned the key in the ignition. Moments later, his car's V8 engine made its typical bubbling sounds. I knew too well how dearly attached my boyfriend was to this car. It had been the last gift from his grandfather before he passed away. Unconsciously I somehow had to think of my own ancestors. However, I quickly brushed away this thought. The story standing behind it, frightened me so much even until today. That is why I constantly tried to forget all about it. Yet, with modest success I must confess. Quickly, I looked for a distraction to trick my mind and its thoughts into something else instead. As hard as I tried though, I just couldn't think of anything else. My mood was already threatening to change for the worse when, luckily, Jared was just about to turn his beloved Camaro onto the school grounds. Eileen and her boyfriend Stephen were already waiting for us. My boyfriend skillfully maneuvered his car into an empty parking space, stroked his hand through his tousled, brown, short hair and, after turning off the engine, began holding the passenger s door open for me. He gallantly extended his hand to me and, being quite the gentleman he is, helped me out of the car. (Yes, the two of us made a truly bizarre couple.)

"Well, hello there. You crazy cats! Ready for tonight?" Eileen, my best friend since our childhood days, grinned at both of us and gave me a welcoming hello kiss on the cheek.

"Sure, we are. This is going to be so much fun," I said, referring to the upcoming Halloween party.

"I'm very positive it will. I can't wait to take my costume out for a spin." Eileen moved back and forth on an imaginary catwalk like a model. Her long brown hair swaying slightly through the air.

"Unfortunately, we have another boring day of school to get through first."

"This too shall pass. Come on, let's get it over with." I snuggled up to Jared and the four of us made our way to the school building.

Jared threw his school bag into the corner of his room and lay down on his bed. (Are you wondering who is telling this part of the story, now? Because Vienne can't possibly know these details. Let me shortly introduce myself. Destiny is my name. I have agreed to be the omniscient narrator of this story. You can also call me the puppet master if you like. Anyhow, the point is that I am holding all the strings in my hands and will therefore occasionally make Vienne worried a bit. Of course, there were certain rules I was supposed to follow. But what are rules for if not to break them, right? Trust me. It makes the whole story so much more interesting. Who wants to read about a girl who has everything? Essentially, you can only wish the worst possible on someone like that, no? But now I'm getting off topic. So, let's better get back to our main story. Where were we? Oh yeah, Jared threw his schoolbag into the corner of his room and lay down on his bedâ¦) He felt that horrible headache again. The annoying pain was almost unbearable and had been haunting him a lot lately. At first, he had thought nothing of it. But with more and more time passing by, he was no longer able finding a satisfactory and real plausible explanation for his ever-returning symptoms. Each time they seemed to appear suddenly and without any warning. Plus, they also vanished just as quickly as they had come. He stared at the room s ceiling as if hoping that the solution would simply materialize in bright letters out of nowhere right before his eyes. Yet, nothing happened. He realized he had to talk to someone about it. Because he was beginning to think that something was wrong with him. But he didn't want to bother Vienne with it. She would only worry, which was unnecessary and therefore better had to be avoided. Although he knew that his girlfriend had a strong personality despite her rather fragile physical appearance, he couldn t help but continuously getting the impression that something was tormenting her deep inside after all, making her so inexplicably vulnerable. Stephen was not an option either. Yes, he had become a good buddy. But they had never really shared a deep conversation until now. Moreover, he certainly didn't want to let Eileen know about his concerns. Even though she was usually nice and polite to him, he often had the feeling that she didn't really like him. Maybe it was because, when he and Vienne had gotten closer, but Eileen had not been with Stephen yet, and therefore rather regarded him as the person who had taken her best friend away from her. He couldn't say for sure. But his intuition rarely fooled him. In summary, all his friends were no option. Furthermore and since he had just moved to the village last year, only his parents or his grandmother were close enough to be seriously considered. However, speaking of his parents he could definitely rule them out, too. They never had a lovingly open relationship with each other. And since he had told them that he wanted to study after graduation, it even cooled down further. Instead, after school they had firmly expected from him that he would start a job education right away, thus being finally able to financially contribute and support the soonest. But since this was not the case, they simply pictured themselves slaving for their offspring for the next fifty years. In addition, they felt to have seemingly failed themselves. Since he could remember, they had always tried to make one thing clear to him, over and over again. Namely, if you are working hard and diligently, you will eventually benefit from it. In his opinion, however, these were empty phrases. Because the only thing he had witnessed in the past eighteen years was that his two seniors were literally working their butts off but still had nothing to show for, especially the money never seemed enough. As a result, only his grandmother remained. He had always gotten along well with her, even though the rest of his relatives had labeled her as an old hag, which Jared could never really understand why. Granted, she lived in a small hut at the edge of the forest...

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