Wild by Micalea Smeltzer EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Micalea Smeltzer
- Language: English
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I trudge into the house through the garage, my backpack slung over my
It looks like I’m doing the walk of shame. I’m definitely not. But my
dad is bound to give me a lecture anyway, even though I did call home last
night to let my parents know I was staying at my best friend’s apartment for
the night since we were studying. Crashing on her couch isn’t exactly my
idea of a good time, but it is better than making the drive home late at night.
Sometimes I wonder why I chose to continue living at home while I went to
university. Our house is nearly an hour away from campus, and where I
work, but I’d hated the thought of leaving my parents and siblings so I chose
to commute instead. I know if I’d wanted to stay on campus they would’ve
supported my decision … well, my mom would have. My dad on the other
hand… he takes overprotective to a whole new level even now with me being
The alarm chimes, signaling my arrival.
“Mia? Is that you?” My mom calls out.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I sigh, dropping my cheery yellow backpack by the
I’m tired. Kira’s apartment is small with only her bed and the couch—
which means I sleep on the latter. Kira always offers for me to crash in her
bed with her but she’s a bed hog, so I choose the couch over being kicked
onto the floor in the middle of the night. Yeah, that happened once.
My neck is stiff and my back feels like someone kicked my spine all
night long, but this pain can’t be blamed on Kira. For all I know there are
little gremlins living inside her sofa.
I follow the sound of her voice to the kitchen and find her making
breakfast. Eggs and pancakes. My tummy rumbles but I have more pressing
matters at hand, like peeing and taking a shower. Oh, and changing my
clothes. I slept in my actual clothes and not my pajamas and it shows. It feels
like my jeans are glued to my legs.
My two younger siblings sit at the kitchen table waiting for breakfast.
Adalyn is so absorbed in her phone she doesn’t even look up upon my arrival.
Noah gives me a cheeky smile and lifts his feet onto the table. He winks. We
both know Mom will blow a gasket when she spots his stinky feet on the
Adalyn and I look a lot alike. We both have red hair, but hers is closer to
a strawberry color and not my vibrant hue. We even have features that match
our mom’s, but she got Dad’s eyes.
Well, there was no way I’d have gotten Dad’s eyes—he’s technically my
adopted dad, but he’s all I’ve ever known as a father, and therefore in my
mind, he is my dad.
Noah, on the other hand, is a complete clone of our dad. Same sandy
shaggy hair, same shade of blue eyes, and perpetual smirk. It’s uncanny at
times and like looking at a teenage version of Josh Hayes.
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