Broken Glass Read Online Free PDF Page A

too. He’d met some guy s at Constantine High who were musically inclined and they’d formed a band. It didn’t take long for them to realize just how much potential was there and how good their music could be. After only being a b and for a month, they had gigs at all the local hot spots.
     
    In March, when Tyson and I had been d ating four months, Tyson’s band, Rose Madder, went on to perform at Marcher High School’s annual Battle of the Bands. Everyone loved Rose Madder. They put on a fantastic performance, and Tyson’s voice was the best thing Marcher , Virginia had ever heard. They were really just so passionate about their music and that drew the crowd in with the same kind of passion. At one point during their line-up of songs, Tyson dedicated a song to me and I realized something as he began to sing. I was crazy about him. And not just that punch-drunk, high school, promise ring kind of crazy. I was in love with him.
     
    And later that night, I told him I loved him. After Rose Madder had won first place in the Battle of the Bands, I ran to him, jumped up into his arms and as I planted quick kisses all over his face, I told him I loved him. He looked at me and in that one second, it was as if everything around us — the first place prize money, the roaring audience, the bright stage lights…everything, all disappeared, and there was just me and him.
                  “I love you, too,” he told me and then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
     
                  A million flashes of the future went through my head — a future with Tyson. A life so amazing that only few people could even ever imagine it. I believed in a soulmate now. I believed that Tyson and I were the two Legos meant to connect to each other to build something great.
                 
     
                  That same night of the Battle of the Bands, I finally met Tyson’s mom. She, along with Laura, Tyson, and myself, went out to the local Mexican restaurant to celebrate Tyson’s win. Tyson’s stepdad was absent from this family outing, but Tyson clearly didn’t mind. It was his night to be with the ladies in his life.
     
                  “So, Ava,” his mother said to me after we’d ordered our food. We were sitting in a booth, and she was sitting right across from me, where she could observe me for the entire meal.
                  “Yes, ma ’ am?” I responded, politely.
                  “You go to Marcher High School?” she asked.
                  “Yes, ma ’ am,” I said again. “I graduate in June.” I was so intimidated by her. Not particularly because she was Tyson’s mother, but mainly because she was gorgeous . Long, flowing blonde hair, flawless facial features, amazing, womanly figure, and the same intriguing pair of big blue eyes she’d passed on to Tyson and Laura. She w as that timeless kind of beauty. How could I not be intimidated? T his was the woman I was going to have to live up to. And I was sure she cooked.
                  “Now, how did you two meet?” she inquired. “Ty told me once before but it’s escaped me.”
                  It “escaped” her? Oh my God, I was having dinner with Audrey Hepburn.
                  “We actually met at the local church here,” I told her, desperately needing a drink of my water, but afraid to take it because I might spaz out and spill it on myself.
                  “At Laura’s chorus recital,” Tyson piped up. “Ava was taking pictures for the high school newspaper. She hangs out with Jake’s girlfriend, Emily.”
                  “Oh, yes, Jake,” she said. “Such a funny boy…and so handsome, too. I keep telling Lau ra when she gets a little older… ”
                  “Mom!” Laura hissed, blushing slightly.
                  There was an awkward silence