Paranormal Summer (Indigo Moon Rising) Read Online Free PDF

and piling their plates high. There was potato salad, deviled eggs, a cheese and relish tray, artichoke dip, guacamole, fresh tortilla chips, taco salad, mozzarella-basil-tomato bites, and black bean salsa. There were some things Jillian knew the younger kids help to make with Jell-O and marshmallows and fresh fruit. Looking around at the tables Jillian thought who am I waiting for? I guess Sonya isn't coming after all. I guess I don’t have anyone else. She felt sad and angry at the same time. Now she had no appetite. She was oblivious to everyone eating around her. I feel sick she thought as she realized the intense pounding she felt in her chest and stomach. It’s because I had to move. I have to be here for the summer. I had so many friends before I came here, and I had to leave them all behind.
     
    “ Jillian, can we start the game now?” Alexa yelled. “We have to leave in about an hour to get back in time for Eric’s game.” Jillian’s heart started pounding harder… they just got here, and they are going to leave? Everyone was done eating except her. Jillian was soo angry now. She just wanted to scream and cry and run away. She thought she was going to explode.
     
    Jillian’s mother looked into her face saw that all too familiar expression. Her forehead was tilted down, her face was flushed and her lips were curled and ready to blow. “Honey, let's spend a few minutes together, just you and me,” she said as she quickly sat beside her and wrapped her with her arms and pulled her close.
     
    “Mom, this isn’t going the way I wanted it to,” Jillian said.
     
    “ Breathe, slower… slower… let it go sweetie, let it go, focus on your breathing. That's good.” Jillian's mother whispered as she rubbed Jillian's back.
     
    After a few minutes Jillian was feeling better and peeked to see that her guests had started playing the game without her. No one was paying her any attention. They all knew better. “I’m sorry, I just started feeling sick,” Jillian said looking into her mothers’ eyes, trying to cover up what just happened. Her mother held her face in her hands and gently kissed her forehead.
     
    “It’s okay sweetie. Why don’t you play for a while and then we can do cake and gifts.”
     
    She took another deep breath, relaxed and felt much better. Her eyes got all squinty "Okay, I’m gonna beat the pants off of Cody because I owe him one for hitting me in the head!” Jillian said as she jumped up and ran towards the others.
     
    The game without a name was something her uncle made up out of PVC pipes and golf balls on ropes. Sometimes if it was just the kids playing they could invent new rules, but not today. The big boys, Jillian’s dad and Uncle Tim were playing too...And it got real loud...The competition of the four teams was fierce. Luckily only two ice packs were needed. Aunt Jana suggested the next time they played that everyone should wear helmets.
     
    “ Cake and ice cream.” Aunt Monica yelled. A whoosh of kids ran to the table grabbing the most incredible flavors in the world. These were all hand made by Aunt Monica for her store, the Intentions Café. There was banana, orange, and French Vanilla cake with strawberry, chocolate and peach ice cream. She said that not only were her desserts made with wholesome ingredients, but that you could also taste the intention, the love she put into everything she made. Boy was she right! This was a real treat. Even the kids would slow down to enjoy these flavors bite by bite
     
    15 candles were placed on Jillian’s gargantuan slice of orange cake. Everyone sang Happy Birthday the usual way, except the boys whispered the “you live in a zoo, you smell like a monkey” version and used “Smelly Bean” as her name. No surprise here.
     
    Jillian looked over at Aunt Jana. Her eyes were closed. She was truly “tasting” her dessert, not just eating it. Copying her, Jillian closed her eyes and put a forkful of her orange cake into