Category: In 27 Days by Ally

Chapter 14. My phone was blaring some annoying ringtone at some ungodly hour in the morning, waking me up out of a seemingly blissful sleep. I let out a groan and rolled over, slapping my hand around on the nightstand until I found my cell phone. It took me a second to figure out how to answer the stupid call before putting the phone to my ear and grunting as […]

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Chapter 13.  There were a lot of things that surprised me in my life, especially more so of the late. But no matter how many times this paritcular occasion arised, I was still going to be very surprised. That particular occasion happened to be whenever I woke up in the morning and saw my parents at the dining room table. I rarely ever saw my parents – I usually was […]

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Chapter 12.   I felt like a stalker. Okay, strike that. I was a stalker. There was probably no excuse for what I was doing, but at this point, I was running out of options. I couldn’t afford to pussyfoot around with Archer. I was down to 20 days now. Sure, that probably seemed like a lot of time to other people, but to me, that wasn’t barely enough time for me […]

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Chapter 11.     When I was five, I had the brilliant idea to jump into my grandma Theresa’s pool when I had absolutely no idea how to swim. I spent a few moments frantically struggling underneath the water, trying to fight my way to the surface. When I finally made it, I was gasping for air like I had never breathed before, and my lungs felt like they were […]

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Chapter 10. “Damn it, Hadley! You burnt my hand!” “I am so sorry, Archer! I told you, you shouldn’t have let me try to make coffee!” “You were only supposed to be changing the filter, not making coffee! How on Earth do you manage to dump hot water everywhere?” “I told you, I’m not – ” Archer cut me off with a disgusted look, rolling his eyes as he marched over to the sink […]

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Chapter 9.    The apartment above Mama Rosa’s Coffee House was not what I was expecting at all. We’d all traveled through the cramped, awkwardly arranged kitchen until we’d reached a staircase situated towards the back of the place. After hiking up the staircase that never seemed to end, we’d reached a faded and cracked wooden door that Victoria had promptly unlocked with a jangling set of keys. The room […]

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Chapter 8. My jacket hood was pulled up high over my head as I trudged my way down the sidewalk towards Mama Rosa’s Coffee House. It was a bit colder than usual for mid-November in New York City and I couldn’t wait to get inside out of the cold. Regina’s amazing hot cocoa sounded more than appealing at the moment. I suppose you could say that I was a woman […]

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Chapter 7. “You’re not eating lunch with us today, are you?” I slammed my locker shut and twisted the lock as I awkwardly juggled two textbooks and my homework in my arms. I was doing my best to avoid looking at Taelor, but she wasn’t making it easy. She had that look on her face she got whenever she was thoroughly annoyed about something, and I happened to be one […]

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Chapter 6. Maybe this was “fate”. Maybe this was actually supposed to be happening in my life right now. Or maybe Death was just having something to do with this. There I was, shoving and pushing my way out the doors after the final bell, out into the crisp, cool late autumn afternoon in New York City, and I happened to ram right into none other than Archer Morales himself. […]

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Chapter 5.  I woke next morning to the sun shining brightly through my drape covered windows, warming my pillows and blankets comfortably. One would assume that would be a very nice way to start the day, right? Too bad that’s not how my day started. It was actually raining outside, water droplets pounding against the side of the building, when I cracked open my eyes. Turns out I’d tossed my […]

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