Publication Date: May 4, 2014
A girl’s senior year in high school should be a special time. Ayma’s expectations are not very high. She is the daughter of a control-freak mother and a father who has been absent for the past three years. She is ridiculed by the popular kids in school because of her unfortunate name and the way she dresses. Although she’s nearly eighteen, her mother controls every aspect of her life, including what she wears, who her friends are and even what foods she is allowed to eat. The only bright spot in her life is her friend Tabby. Until she meets Colton.
Colton is unexpected. He’s gorgeous, popular – the guy all the girls want and the one all of the other guys want to be like. When he begins to pay attention to Ayma, she doesn’t know what to think. Things like this just don’t happen to girls like her. One obstacle after another is thrown into their path, but they can’t deny what they feel for one another. Their new-found love will be threatened by secrets from their past, challenges in their present and a future they can only dream about. Ayma struggles to find an identity apart from her mother’s controlling nature while Colton faces the results of an arrest that took place the summer before his tenth grade year.
Can they find love and happiness? Or will they be destroyed by events beyond their control?
Even in my sleep I heard my mother calling me. I hoped she knew she’d just ruined a great dream. It was not every day I could get the guys from One Direction to fight over me. Hey, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?
Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Ayma Kuntz. Go ahead, get it all out of your system. I’ve heard all of the comments before.
For those of you who don’t get the innuendo of my name, my parents wanted to play a cruel joke on me or obviously didn’t think this one through. My first name is Ayma—pronounced Ima—last name Kuntz, where the z is silent. Don’t know why the z is put there in the first place, it’s so lame. Anyway, you get the picture, right?
Flashback to first day of public middle school:
I begged my mother to let me go to the public school. I went to private school all through elementary and just didn’t fit in with all those kids. I was so excited when she finally gave in. I went to my first class and the teacher asked me my name. Of course, being from a highly prestigious elementary school we didn’t use any kind of bad language or slang words. I proudly told her my name, Ayma Kuntz. Her eyes just about popped out of her head when I said that. The whole class burst into a laughing fit. This was so not how I wanted my first day of public school to be, so I took off running out the door. I didn’t know where I was going, so I just stopped at the end of the hallway. A girl I didn’t know, who was now my best friend, Tabby, came up to me to see if I was okay. She told me she was from the class I’d just left and asked me if I knew what everyone was laughing about. I shook my head no. I had no idea what they thought was so funny. So, Tabby went on to explain about the slang word for a girl’s private part and how my name kinda sounds like ‘I’m a cunt’ when I said it.
Well, there went my whole existence at that school.
Izzibella Beau is an author with Beau Coup LLC. She resides on a small farm with her husband and 31 children; 3 biological and 28 canine. Ms. Beau has a master degree in Criminal Justice and many graduate hours in the disciplines of social service and education. Ms. Beau is an advocate of animal rights and supports many rescue groups and causes.