Ringman by Britney King EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Britney King
- Language: English
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Oliver
Truly, this is most unexpected. My chest constricts tightly, like a fist around
my heart, making it difficult to breathe. Scattered thoughts assault me
from all sides, preventing me from mentally organizing what I need to do.
I feel shaky, as though a high-pitched tone is forcing its way into my
skull, causing a vibration that reverberates through my whole body. I must
work hard to keep the erratic thoughts at bay so I can focus on putting one
foot in front of the other.
This is not the time to lose my grip. I will not let my condition win. I
remind myself what I came here to do. I have a plan. Nevertheless, sweat
beads at my temples, and it’s the dead of winter.
I should have known this was a terrible idea. For one, there are too many
people, and I’ve always detested crowds. They stare at me, averting their
gazes whenever I look their way. I’m worried they can read my mind. What
else could explain it? Some of them whisper about me. Their voices buzz in
my ear like an errant mosquito.
Mother would say I’m overthinking this. She has a habit of saying not to
judge a book by its cover, and I guess this is what she means. If only she held
a similar sentiment with me. Life is short, Oliver. Make something of yourself,
Oliver. Where did I go wrong, Oliver? Dallas will be more suitable for you,
Oliver.
I should probably start by saying this was all her idea. It’s how I’ve found
myself fresh out of college and pretty much homeless. Well, perhaps not that
fresh. Graduation was six months ago, and this is another thing my mother
likes to say: Time flies, Oliver.
Time does fly. But not as fast as one hopes when you’re sitting on the
curb outside the arrivals at Dallas/Fort Worth International, waiting for a ride
that’s a half-hour late.
I text Cousin Camile again. That’s what Mother calls her. To me, she’s
just Camile. She may be family, but I have only a vague recollection of her.
She could be anyone, a family member or a complete stranger. I’m not even
sure if I would recognize her if I ran into her on the street. For all I know, she
could have been the person sitting next to me on the shuttle. Or she could be
the woman who was two rows behind me on the airplane. I’ve seen a photo of
her online, but those can’t be trusted. Ask me how I know. Better yet, don’t.
It’s not a very pleasant story.
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