The Covert Peace - Softcover

Williams, Darnell Denzel

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1456746790 ISBN 13: 9781456746797

Verlag: AuthorHouse, 2011

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Four girls four completely different worlds. One look was awkward. She was nearly three hundred pounds and stood nearly six feet tall, but her mind was genius and heart was pure. One girl as perfect as only beauty can imagine, but the abuse was leaving an unseen ugly trail. Call the next one normal, but then again what defines normal for the secrets she holds makes her far from it. Finally, meet the one who is looking for love, but what is love? All searching for a piece of peace. In a journey to change their lives they find they share one thing in common. The journey each girl takes carries them into paths unseen as a search for love and happiness guides them into their futures.

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The Covert Peace

By Darnell Denzel Williams Tara N. Woolfolk

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Copyright © 2011 Darnell Denzel Williams
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Contents

Prologue........................................................1Chapter 1—The Empty Bus Seat..............................5Chapter 2—Mirror Image....................................11Chapter 3—Her Little Secret...............................18Chapter 4—The Runaway.....................................22Chapter 5—Occupied Seat...................................27Chapter 6—The Unseen Reflection...........................38Chapter 7—Little Things Big Surprises.....................51Chapter 8—One Final Step..................................58Chapter 9—The Leaf........................................64Chapter 10—Reflections....................................77Chapter 11—Tell the Truth.................................91Chapter 12—Open Letter....................................109Chapter 13—The Covert Peace...............................112Epilogue........................................................116Reader's Guide..................................................117

Chapter One

The Empty Bus Seat

(Harvey, IL)

November 3, 2008

(Girl 1)

Dear Journal,

I don't know what just happened. It was surreal. When he spoke Iblacked out, but I heard everything he was saying. It was like I had leftmy body and was floating near the ceiling—like I was watching my ownlife play out like a movie. When he touched my head I broke down andstarted to visualize all the horrible things that have happened to me in mylife. I saw people teasing me throughout my whole life in school, and sawme cry myself to sleep every single night begging for God to just kill me.I saw my parent's divorce, and how my best and only friend left me whenI needed him the most. I didn't know then that he wasn't what he seemedto be. That "friend" was nothing but a druggie, a drunk and a liar; he wasnothing but a horrible person. But right then, he was my BEST friend,and I needed him. I saw how much of a scumbag my mom's boyfriend wasto her, and how he tried to touch me when I was only twelve. I even sawall the times in my life that I was told I wouldn't amount to anything andthat I should just go and commit suicide, which I have thought about foras long as I can remember, but only attempted once. My mind went backto all the teachers that said I would never amount to anything, and mademe feel I wasn't good enough.

Then all my thoughts came back to the present as he continued, "Youhave been touched by an angel." And I believe I was. At that moment Isnapped out of my trance like state; I saw him walk away into the darkness.He left me with a job to do, and I attempted it. This led me to writing thisentry. I wish he were standing in front of me, so I can just hug him andsay thank you.

Indeed, he has shown me something no one else ever has before this.He has shown me that I am not what those people have said to me, or thethings they did. He showed me they were all just mere instances in mylife, and that in a way, they even helped me. They molded me into thebeautiful person I am. He helped me see that I am worth something. Heimpacted me in an entirely different way than anyone else has; a directlypositive one. He told me I was worth something, no matter what anybodyelse said and that he was proud of me. This is something I have heardbefore, but it was in exchange for things like getting good grades or takingout the trash on time. This time was different. He had no reason to saythat to me. I hadn't done anything for him. All I did was sit there andlisten to him. He agreed to come out here to talk to me today and it'ssomething I will never forget.

I know that one conversation will not change my entire life overnight.But I have hope now. And even though I'm not sure how long it will bebefore he steps out of my life, this will never truly leave me. It will alwaysbe a part of me, because it showed me a light that has never shined on me.I hope my light stays.

She let her mind wander back to August, that same year....

* * *

Little Bear paused for a moment, and thought about what he had just read.He didn't know this girl, but he hoped her light would stay too. Wonderingwhy she was thinking of August at a time like this, he pondered what life musthave been like before she wrote this entry. So far, he was fascinated, if a littleconfused.

* * *

August 13, 2008

(About four months earlier)

Once again bus 177 was running behind the normal "three o'clock onthe dot" schedule. As the kids from the forgotten about projects of Harveydreaded the summer's heat many of them began to fuss. Their frustrationseemed echoed by their collective rough appearance. The I.D.'s that wereworn around their necks were said to be "safety measures," but the five digitnumbers etched under their names did not seem to separate them fromthe markings on the clothing of criminals. The security guards stationednear the exit doors had their holsters lined with flashlights, a nifty pad thatcame clipped with a pen, and walkie-talkies that only picked up only onechannel. Their only real purpose was to keep the gangs separated fromeach other. Every student seemed to have their own place of belonging.With a quick glance one could see who belonged to what gang family,who was part of the band, or even who stood alone.

The person who stuck out most from the crowd was the young ladywith so many books; some had to be held in her arms tucked snug betweenher crossed arms and chest. The others were in her fully stuffed backpack.She seemed awkward, uncomfortable with her nearly six feet of height.She seemed to curl up a bit so that she might blend in with the shortergirls. Her body was full figured from waist side to back side. The hoodieshe wore, and others whispered that she was crazy for wearing one inthe heat, was faded black and its hood strings were annoyingly uneven,squashed between chest and the calculus textbook she held tiresomely.Her legs were free to breathe as the extra baggy jeans stretched all the wayto her toes housing them ever so freely. The irritated face was justified bythe perspiration that formed on her forehead. Her dark glasses covered hereyes, but the biting of her bottom lip and creased eyebrows made thempierce fiercely through the lenses. Red cheeks and a flared nose added tothe awkwardness and intimidation to even approach her. Her long darkbrown hair was tucked behind her ears and extended down her back afew inches or so past her shoulders. No one stood near, as if someone haddrawn a five feet boundary around her. Her intense breathing was dueto her sinuses, so a steady hum was generated from her mouth and outthrough her chapped lips.

Finally, the bus rolled in loudly and pulled in front of the sixty kidsangrily waiting to go home. That young lady made sure she was the firstto grab her seat. She sat five seats on the left side always behind the busdriver. She scooted as close as her body would allow her to the window,and glazed aimlessly while waiting for the rest of the people to board. Shebegan to think about papers she had to write, the calculus that needed tobe completed and tried to figure out what she would be having for dinner,because like always, mom would be working until late. Her thoughts ofself-pity were interrupted when she glanced to her right and noticed herempty seat had been...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: AuthorHouse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1456746790
• ISBN 13: 9781456746797
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 136
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