Infinite (Strange and Beautiful, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

the truth, she kind of scared me, and from the reaction
of the rest of the class, I wasn’t the only one. Everyone sat up straight and
listened as she spoke and went over the class curriculum. Then she started
handing out assignments. A lot of them. I’d officially died and gone to Hell.
She was the only one who gave us any homework on the first day. She’d also
assigned all freshmen to write a paper about themselves when we registered for
school. I’d been shocked when Mom handed me the assignment along with my class
schedule. I’d slaved away writing several drafts during the two weeks before
school began, and after meeting Miss Barkley, I felt like I should have worked
even harder to make my paper presentable. From the looks of the syllabus, the
class would only get harder. According to her outline, we would have homework
almost every night and an essay a week. Oh, how I loathed essays.
    When the bell finally rang, the whole class scurried out of the
classroom. It was as if we couldn’t get away from Miss Barkley fast enough. I
waited for Tegan outside of the class, though, and we walked to my locker.
    The only book I had to take home was my English Composition
book, but I had to get my trusty olive green messenger bag. I didn’t like
purses much, so I kept my wallet and all of that stuff in my messenger bag. I
also kept notebooks in there too. As of last night, my newest notebook had
apparently become something of a journal. It also housed my poetry and some
short stories I’d started. I usually didn’t tell anyone that was what I was
writing, though.
    I hadn’t started off with the intention of making a secret of
it, but I hadn’t really intended to try my hand at writing either. I’d always
told myself stories in my head, sure, but the notebooks were just part of a
weird fetish I had when it came to notebooks. I’d started collecting them by
accident, usually picking up one or two when there was a sale of some sort.
Then I realized it was stupid to have a bunch of blank notebooks, especially
when they weren’t the typical spiral bound notebooks like Mom bought us for
school. No, these were heavier bounds books, likely made for journaling.
    One night I’d picked up a pen and just started writing some of
the stories I’d told myself. I’d been doing it off and on ever since. Tegan was
really the only other person who knew about my writing, and sometimes I’d let
her read it even though it made me nervous to share something so personal.
    After my locker, we went to Tegan’s locker. She threw her books
into her bag and draped her fake Louis Vuitton bag over her shoulder. It was
like one Oprah had talked about on her show, and Tegan had been insanely
excited to get it. She’d told me more than once what it was called, but it
never seemed to resonate because, as I said, I wasn’t a fan of purses. Tegan
loved them, though, and I was pretty certain that if she had the money, she’d
spend copious amounts of money on getting the real name brand bags. And somehow I’m considered the weird one?
    As Tegan turned toward me, Tierney appeared around the corner
and walked over to us. “So how was your first day of high school?” she asked
with a smile.
    It was eerie just how much she and Tegan looked alike. They were
both so insanely and unfairly pretty with the same long, wavy melted caramel
colored hair and gray eyes. The only difference was Tierney was slightly taller
and had a ton of freckles, and her hair was shorter, falling just above her
shoulders in a stylish layered hairdo I could only wish my hair would comply
with.
    In short, they were both gorgeous, inside and out. And, over the
years, Tierney had become like the big sister I wish I had and Skylar refused
to be.
    “It was okay,” Tegan replied.
    “We have homework in English Comp,” I complained.
    “Sorry, I guess I forgot to warn you about that,” Tierney said,
scrunching up her straight, freckled nose. “Do you need a ride home?”
    I knew