Cinnamon
Cinnamon loves the shadows, because that's where no one can find her...
For Cinnamon, dreaming of imaginary worlds and characters is her only escape from her mother's breakdowns. Her grandmother's overbearing control. Her family's turmoil. But Cinnamon is discovering something special about herself, a gift from deep within that sets her apart: a talent for the theater that would finally give her a chance... to truly escape
It wasn't just hard to believe that I was on my way to visit my mother in a mental clinic...
... it was painful and actually very frightening. I could feel the trembling start in my legs and slowly vibrate up into my spine as I drew closer and closer to the clinic.
When I parked and got out, the building looked intimidating. It was so white that with the afternoon sun slipping out from under clouds, the reflection made me reach for my sunglasses. The moment I saw my image in the car window, a whole new persona came over me and helped me face what I had to do: visit my mother in a mental hospital. But it was too difficult to do it as her daughter.
I brushed back my hair, took a deep breath, and moved inoltrare, avanti like an actress about to step on a stage. It felt good, liberating...
Pretending was like wearing a mask, and when I wore a mask, no one could see how terrible and how frightened I felt inside.
Ice
Ice wishes she could just become invisible...
Ice hides from the world behind a shield of silence. And that is what her mother hates about her. All she wants is a normal daughter who wears makeup and sexy clothes to attract boys. But Ice gets her chance to shine when she reveals her beautiful signing voice. And her extraordinary gift may become her saving grace when tragedy and deception almost destroy her dreams....
Sometimes merely waiting to speak, holding back, made every word I detto seem like a gem.
I was smart enough to realize that the psychologist had a theory that I was trying to remain invisible because my mother didn't want to be a mother and my existence reminded her she was. I had to admit to myself I had stood da quietly many times when I was much younger and wished I was invisible, especially when Mama told new Friends I wasn't really her child. She'd lie and say I was her younger sister's child, a sister who was promiscuous, and she was just keeping me for a few years....
Rose
When she danced, she could dream...
Beautiful and talented, Rose was the mela, apple of her father's eye. But when he is tragically taken from her, his carefully hidden secrets destroy the only life Rose has ever known -- and lead her into a world of luxury unlike any she has imagined. Rose is whisked off to a prestigious private school, while her mother falls into a hateful whirlwind of wealth and greed. But a most unlikely person will mostra Rose the true meaning of family -- and give her the courage to follow her dream....
Rose never imagined her entire life would change in a heartbeat.
Near midnight, Mommy fell asleep beside me. My cuore did flip-flops when I saw a car headlights pulling into our driveway. Daddy, I thought. Finally.
But when I stepped up to the window, I saw it wasn't Daddy. It was a police car with the emblem on the side identifying it as a Georgia State Police vehicle. Two officers stepped out, put on their hats, and walked toward our front door. For a moment, I couldn't move; I couldn't breathe.
The sound of the door buzzer made Mommy's eyelids flutter.
"Was that our front door?"
"Yes, Mommy," I said. I couldn't swallow.
"Well, who would be here at this hour?"
I glanced out the window and then back to her....
Honey
In her music, she found sweet salvation....
Honey grew up on a farm under her strict, fanatically religious grandfather's disapproving eye. To him, everything is a sin -- from her natural-born talent for the violin to her innocent interest in boys and dating -- and life is a treacherous path to be walked in fear. When Honey is paired for Musica practice with a brilliant Pianoforte student, wealthy Chandler Maxwell, she discovers a true soul mate. But when a shocking family secret comes to light, Honey discovers the startling cause of her grandfather's amaro fury. And her own precious joy may be Lost forever...
A magical evening shattered in an instant...
On Friday, Chandler drove up to take me to the movies. He was wearing a black mock turtleneck shirt, which brought out the dark color in his eyes. I thought he looked very sexy, and practically leaped into the car to sit beside him. I couldn't remember when I had been happier.
As we started away, Grandad came out of nowhere onto the driveway and stood in the wash of Chandler's car headlights. His gray hair looked like it was on fire, his eyes blazing at us. Chandler hit the brake pedal and I gasped. Suddenly, Grandad raised his right hand, and I saw he was holding his sacred old Bible. He held it up like some potential victim of a vampire would hold up a attraversare, croce in a horror movie, and then he stepped to the side and disappeared into the shadows.
Chandler turned to me, amazed. "What was that all about?"
"Just drive," I said, choking back my tears. Chandler stared at me. "Drive, Chandler, please."
Falling Stars
All The World's A Stage -- but What If The Play Doesn't Go As Planned?
Four talented girls from vastly different pasts share a dream of stardom: Cinnamon, the edgy actress; Ice, the phenomenal vocalist; Rose, the beautiful dancer; and Honey, the first-rate violinist. The four meet at the prestigious Senetsky School of the Performing Arts -- housed in an ornate New York City mansion -- and become instant Friends as they take off on a dazzling whirlwind of intense classes, theater outings, and celebrity-studded parties.
But they soon realize this is no ordinary school. Madame Senetsky pushes the girls' studies beyond reason. She controls their social lives. And they get the strange feeling someone is watching them. But who... and why?
Cinnamon, Ice, Rose, and Honey set out to untangle a shadowy web of Senetsky family secrets. As they explore dark corners and hidden rooms, every creak and moan of the old mansion tells a story too frightening to repeat. A devastating story that can destroy their dreams...
Be careful what te wish for -- it just might come true.
Wasn't this a terrible mistake? Even if the great vote of confidence I had received da being chosen, was I seeking to do something I could never do? Could I live so far away from home and be on my own? I had never spent a single night out of my house. I had never slept in a letto other than my own -- no pajama parties with girlfriends, no family trips to stay at hotels, no relatives for me to visit. And yet, here I was, going off to live in a strange place and go to school with strangers.
A part of me wanted to shout, "Stop driving, Daddy. Turn back. I can't do this. I won't do this."
My tongue actually tried to form the words. Why? Where were my feelings of joy and excitement? I had great reasons to feel that way. the faces of all those envious of me flashed across my eyes. Their covetous words echoed in my ears....
How often had I asked myself, Is my talent a blessing o a curse? How often had I wondered, Where would all of it really take me?
Soon, I would know.
Cinnamon loves the shadows, because that's where no one can find her...
For Cinnamon, dreaming of imaginary worlds and characters is her only escape from her mother's breakdowns. Her grandmother's overbearing control. Her family's turmoil. But Cinnamon is discovering something special about herself, a gift from deep within that sets her apart: a talent for the theater that would finally give her a chance... to truly escape
It wasn't just hard to believe that I was on my way to visit my mother in a mental clinic...
... it was painful and actually very frightening. I could feel the trembling start in my legs and slowly vibrate up into my spine as I drew closer and closer to the clinic.
When I parked and got out, the building looked intimidating. It was so white that with the afternoon sun slipping out from under clouds, the reflection made me reach for my sunglasses. The moment I saw my image in the car window, a whole new persona came over me and helped me face what I had to do: visit my mother in a mental hospital. But it was too difficult to do it as her daughter.
I brushed back my hair, took a deep breath, and moved inoltrare, avanti like an actress about to step on a stage. It felt good, liberating...
Pretending was like wearing a mask, and when I wore a mask, no one could see how terrible and how frightened I felt inside.
Ice
Ice wishes she could just become invisible...
Ice hides from the world behind a shield of silence. And that is what her mother hates about her. All she wants is a normal daughter who wears makeup and sexy clothes to attract boys. But Ice gets her chance to shine when she reveals her beautiful signing voice. And her extraordinary gift may become her saving grace when tragedy and deception almost destroy her dreams....
Sometimes merely waiting to speak, holding back, made every word I detto seem like a gem.
I was smart enough to realize that the psychologist had a theory that I was trying to remain invisible because my mother didn't want to be a mother and my existence reminded her she was. I had to admit to myself I had stood da quietly many times when I was much younger and wished I was invisible, especially when Mama told new Friends I wasn't really her child. She'd lie and say I was her younger sister's child, a sister who was promiscuous, and she was just keeping me for a few years....
Rose
When she danced, she could dream...
Beautiful and talented, Rose was the mela, apple of her father's eye. But when he is tragically taken from her, his carefully hidden secrets destroy the only life Rose has ever known -- and lead her into a world of luxury unlike any she has imagined. Rose is whisked off to a prestigious private school, while her mother falls into a hateful whirlwind of wealth and greed. But a most unlikely person will mostra Rose the true meaning of family -- and give her the courage to follow her dream....
Rose never imagined her entire life would change in a heartbeat.
Near midnight, Mommy fell asleep beside me. My cuore did flip-flops when I saw a car headlights pulling into our driveway. Daddy, I thought. Finally.
But when I stepped up to the window, I saw it wasn't Daddy. It was a police car with the emblem on the side identifying it as a Georgia State Police vehicle. Two officers stepped out, put on their hats, and walked toward our front door. For a moment, I couldn't move; I couldn't breathe.
The sound of the door buzzer made Mommy's eyelids flutter.
"Was that our front door?"
"Yes, Mommy," I said. I couldn't swallow.
"Well, who would be here at this hour?"
I glanced out the window and then back to her....
Honey
In her music, she found sweet salvation....
Honey grew up on a farm under her strict, fanatically religious grandfather's disapproving eye. To him, everything is a sin -- from her natural-born talent for the violin to her innocent interest in boys and dating -- and life is a treacherous path to be walked in fear. When Honey is paired for Musica practice with a brilliant Pianoforte student, wealthy Chandler Maxwell, she discovers a true soul mate. But when a shocking family secret comes to light, Honey discovers the startling cause of her grandfather's amaro fury. And her own precious joy may be Lost forever...
A magical evening shattered in an instant...
On Friday, Chandler drove up to take me to the movies. He was wearing a black mock turtleneck shirt, which brought out the dark color in his eyes. I thought he looked very sexy, and practically leaped into the car to sit beside him. I couldn't remember when I had been happier.
As we started away, Grandad came out of nowhere onto the driveway and stood in the wash of Chandler's car headlights. His gray hair looked like it was on fire, his eyes blazing at us. Chandler hit the brake pedal and I gasped. Suddenly, Grandad raised his right hand, and I saw he was holding his sacred old Bible. He held it up like some potential victim of a vampire would hold up a attraversare, croce in a horror movie, and then he stepped to the side and disappeared into the shadows.
Chandler turned to me, amazed. "What was that all about?"
"Just drive," I said, choking back my tears. Chandler stared at me. "Drive, Chandler, please."
Falling Stars
All The World's A Stage -- but What If The Play Doesn't Go As Planned?
Four talented girls from vastly different pasts share a dream of stardom: Cinnamon, the edgy actress; Ice, the phenomenal vocalist; Rose, the beautiful dancer; and Honey, the first-rate violinist. The four meet at the prestigious Senetsky School of the Performing Arts -- housed in an ornate New York City mansion -- and become instant Friends as they take off on a dazzling whirlwind of intense classes, theater outings, and celebrity-studded parties.
But they soon realize this is no ordinary school. Madame Senetsky pushes the girls' studies beyond reason. She controls their social lives. And they get the strange feeling someone is watching them. But who... and why?
Cinnamon, Ice, Rose, and Honey set out to untangle a shadowy web of Senetsky family secrets. As they explore dark corners and hidden rooms, every creak and moan of the old mansion tells a story too frightening to repeat. A devastating story that can destroy their dreams...
Be careful what te wish for -- it just might come true.
Wasn't this a terrible mistake? Even if the great vote of confidence I had received da being chosen, was I seeking to do something I could never do? Could I live so far away from home and be on my own? I had never spent a single night out of my house. I had never slept in a letto other than my own -- no pajama parties with girlfriends, no family trips to stay at hotels, no relatives for me to visit. And yet, here I was, going off to live in a strange place and go to school with strangers.
A part of me wanted to shout, "Stop driving, Daddy. Turn back. I can't do this. I won't do this."
My tongue actually tried to form the words. Why? Where were my feelings of joy and excitement? I had great reasons to feel that way. the faces of all those envious of me flashed across my eyes. Their covetous words echoed in my ears....
How often had I asked myself, Is my talent a blessing o a curse? How often had I wondered, Where would all of it really take me?
Soon, I would know.
