Whatever Life Throws at You Read Online Free PDF Page A

detail from me. “Best track program in the state, Ann.”
    “Oh, I’m sure that was your main focus.” I succeed in shoving him the rest of the way out of the room and close and lock the door before turning back to Savannah. “Okay, so, Jason Brody…killer abs, let me tell you. He wears a towel very well.”
    She covers her face with her hands, laughing. “Your dad’s going to ban you from the locker room now, isn’t he?”
    “Oh yeah, no doubt.” I flop onto the bed again, already bored with unpacking. “The track is like inside and heated, right? It’s gotta be against the law to make kids run in the cold.”
    She shakes her head. “I’m pretty sure they practice outside.”
    I groan. “Great.”
    I may have survived my first Jason Brody encounter, but it’s quite possible I’ll die trying to run outside tomorrow.
    RIP, Annie Lucas. The girl who may have been the fastest runner in the state. Now we’ll never know…

Chapter 3
    Annie Lucas: Can someone PLEASE tell me why Jesus is hanging on the cross? I just need the condensed SparkNotes version, like in the next 5 minutes. Oh! And what’s up with the Holy Ghost thing? Google isn’t explaining it very well.
    4 hours ago
    Annie Lucas: Disregard my earlier question. Apparently I just need to say, “Holy Ghost.” I don’t need to know what it is.
    20 minutes ago
    “I’ve got two classes with you and lunch,” Lenny London tells me after we’ve been introduced by the school counselor and I’ve shared my schedule with her. Only minutes of observation, and it’s obvious that Lenny has the air of being the daughter of a major league baseball player. She doesn’t seem spoiled or anything, just important. Her tall, dark-skinned, thin, and gorgeous figure stands out among the crowd of red plaid. She makes the uniform skirt look trendy, and somehow the polo enhances her boob size. She’s got at least two cups on my almost-Bs that seem to look more A- in this school-issued top. “What do you think so far?”
    “Well, you don’t have boys,” I say. “And I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.”
    “Honestly, I’m all about the boys, but not at school,” Lenny says. “I like them at the weekend parties, but here it’s nice to just focus on schoolwork and clubs.”
    “I went to public school in Arizona, so this is a bit different.”
    She leads me down a hallway toward the cafeteria. “Well, I’ve never been to public school, so I can’t compare. And there’s always some catty fighting going on between various girls, but everyone here is at least capable of being nice even if they don’t choose to do so all the time.”
    “Good to know.” I tug at my skirt, trying to keep the waistband from twisting.
    “And next year, we’ll be seniors together, and that’s even more fun. Junior year is rough.”
    “No kidding,” I say. “I’ve only been to three classes so far, and I can already tell my school was way behind St. Teresa’s.”
    “Yeah, don’t let the Catholic label fool you.” Lenny opens the door to the cafeteria. “They are hard-core about academics here. That’s why there’re tons of kids that aren’t religious.”
    “Me included.” I’m relieved not to be the only one. I freaked out a little in homeroom when everyone started reciting prayers from memory. “So do you, like, go to all the games and stuff? The Royals’ games, I mean.”
    She shrugs, heading toward the hot-lunch line. “Mostly. If I feel like it. Sometimes we have to do these lame family promos for people who want pictures of wealthy athletes who go to church and spend time at home. My brother Carl and I…we’re apparently perfect teen role models—well, Carl is twenty-one so not a teen anymore.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s all bullshit, but whatever. It’s paying for my college and funding my parties and nightlife.” Her face lights up. “Speaking of nightlife, I’ve appointed myself head of the Annie Lucas welcoming committee, and we are