Out of the Shadows – Jenna’s Secret (the book)

Out of the Shadows Jennas Secret

JennaFinalFrontCoverIs the story of a girl who, at the brink of going too far, learns from her mistakes and from witnessing the devastating effects to those who crossed the line.

Note: Out of the Shadows – Jenna’s Secret was first published in 2009 and reprinted in 2018 with out-dated language revised for the modern teen reader.

The original cover design by Debbie Sickler, USA has been given a brighter appearance.

The back cover still exhibits a note about the authorChrissy Siggee andan update review by original reviewer Tammy Johnson, a pastors wife and teacher from the Northern U.S.

Tammy says: I couldn’t be happier with the latest overall presentation.

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Temptations in History

The teacher talked on and on about the Livonian War that lasted twenty five years back in the mid to late fifties of the seventeenth century. History could be boring. Mr Tirone was boring.

Finally, the bell rang and Todd snapped out of his trance.

Thank goodness thats over. Trish groaned aloud when she caught up with him at the door.

Todd agreed. Yeah, I didnt think it would ever end. I thought history was going to be an easy class.

Hows it going with the assignment?

Dont ask. I mean, where do I start?

We could work on it together at my house tonight. My parents are both working the late shift and my kid sister is staying over at a friends house.

Todd grinned. OK. Ill come over right after I do my Math homework. Now Math I can handle but I cant afford to get behind on it.

She gave him her best see-you-later smile as she entered her next class. Todd continued to the gym where the last forty minutes of the day would be a little more active.

 

It was just after seven when Trish open the front door to him. She was wearing a pretty pink top with a low cut neckline.

My parents will be home about nine so we only have a few hours.

Todd force himself to look above her shoulders where he met her smile. OK. My curfew is nine thirty so lets get started.

He followed Trish into the kitchen where her text books laid open on the dining table. His back pack slipped off his shoulder and he let it rest on an empty chair.

Drink?

Thanks. Do you have juice? Im not into soda stuff.

Sure. Orange or apple?

Apple please.

After a few minutes of casual chitchat over the breakfast bar Trish leaned forward. So, where do you want to do this?

Her breath smelled of mint and her floral perfume tickled his nose. He cleared his throat and turned toward the table.

The table is fine. He picked up his back pack and opened the zip. I just brought the main textbook and a note book. Its great that you have offered to help. Maybe I just need to get started.

Trish came close but didnt sit so Todd did. Big mistake. He turned his head and placed his juice on the table to his right. He cleared his throat again. Trish walked around to the other side of the table and pulled out a chair.

Are you OK Todd? You seem nervous. I can assure you that no one else is here.

Todd nodded and took another sip before he spoke again. Lets get on with this. He opened his text book to the Livonian War. I really dont see why we need to study stuff that happened in the seventeenth Century.

I find it intriguing. I could listen to Tirone all day.

Todd grimaced. I take it that History is a favourite subject.

No. I prefer Human Dynamics.

Todd was confused. What? Which one is that?

Trish knee bumped his sending chills up his spine but she didnt seem to notice.

‘Silly. I was joking. Now lets open to page two-six-five.

 

It was exactly nine when Todd looked at his watch. Id better go.

Just then the back door opened and a man entered. Hello there. He must have been six foot three at least.

Hello Daddy. This is Todd. Were working on our History assignment.’

He looked from his daughter to Todd and back again. Yeah right.

Todd wished the floor would open up and swallow him.

Oh Daddy, dont be so dramatic.

Todd rose and stuffed his textbook and notes into his bag. I was just leaving. Nice to meet you Sir. Thanks Trish. I really appreciate your help.

Trish stayed where she was. It was then he noticed why. She held her text book close to her chest.

Todd left the kitchen with a nod and headed to the front door.

 

The following day while Todd was sitting in the History classroom early to jot down yesterdays notes from the blackboard, Trish came in and stood behind him.

Thanks for a great night.

He stopped writing and looked up. All he could think of was the moment she opened her front door.

A few sniggers followed by other students who had also entered the room.

Todd sucked in air. We should do it again sometime.

More sniggers.

Trish winked and moved to her usual seat.

Whats going on here?

Mr Tirone entered. Open your textbooks to page two-six-five. Todd Hughes, what did you learn from yesterdays boring class?

Heat rose to Todds face. Good thing Trish helped me out last night. He turned to the requested page and answered the question.

Im impressed, Tirone stated. And I thought you went to sleep.

Laughter rose across the classroom and Todd felt Trishs eyes on him. He dared a look and returned her smile.

I can handle this. Shes cute enough and knows her history.

 

Over the lunch break Todd sort out Trish to thank her for getting him out of an embarrassing situation.

Hello Todd. The voice was soft and warm.

Hello to you too. He smiled at Trish. Shes beautiful, even in her school uniform. Thanks for last night. It came in handy today.

The girls who were sitting with Trish stood and left. He felt awkward. We can talk later.

Thats OK. They get it.

Todd looked around. Get what?

You know. You me. Us.

Us?

Dont you like me?

Yes, but I thought we were just friends.

Friends are cool I guess.

Todd bit his lip. You mean地ll that last night? It felt like his stomach flipped and he found it hard to breathe. What about your Dad?

Hell get over it. Well just have to be more careful.

Todd didnt answer.

We didnt do anything wrong.

No, we didnt. We were just studying together. He thought about what he would say next. Yes, he liked Trish but he wasnt sure if he was ready for a relationship. He had thought it would be nice to have a relationship with someone when he went on to university. He may have been ready for that. Now he wasnt so sure. Trish, where do you want this to go?

She shrugged. As far as you want.

They were so close that he could look into her eyes. They were a pretty blue and her blonde curls kinked at her perfectly shaped eyebrows. He breathed in her scent and his nerve endings quivered.

I dont know. He drew in another long breath.

Whats wrong with me? Her voice broke.

Nothing. Nothing at all. Youre perfectly beautiful. I just dont think either of us are ready for this.

Oh Todd. We could just study together after school. Maybe at your house if youre not sure about mine.

He sighed. I dont think we can study together now.

We could make out.

Todd smiled. Why dont we wait a while. We can be friends at school. He paused. You helped me more than I would have thought last night. I think I may even grow to like history.

They both gave a short laugh.

Im not sure if I could handle being in the same class now.

Todd took her hand. Well get through it. I promise. With that he kissed her hand and left.

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Locked Out!

‘Geraldine! Open the door. Please, let me explain.’

‘Go away, Mum! I dont want to talk to you.’

‘Please understand, Geraldine. I hadto do it.’

‘Thats just so lame.’ Geraldine rolled her eyes. ‘Youre pathetic.’

Geraldines mobile phone played her favourite Red-Hot Chili Peppers song: Nobody Weird like Me. She grabbed her iridescent purple phone from the bed and checked the caller ID. Crystals photo appeared on the screen. ‘Hi, Crystal, Im not really in the mood to talk.’

‘Geraldine, whats going on? I was about to knock on your front door when I heard you screaming.’

‘Where are you now?’

‘At your front gate. Where are you?’

‘In my bedroom, but’

‘Ill come around to your window.’

Geraldine was about to argue but realized Crystal had rung off. By the time she opened the window Crystal was outside waiting.

To Geraldines relief, Crystal kept her voice quiet. ‘So, are you going to tell me whats going on?’

Geraldine turned and threw herself back onto the bed. ‘I cant believe she did it.’

‘Did what?’ Crystal raised her voice to a hoarse whisper to be heard from where she stood in the garden.

‘She threw Dad out.’

Crystal climbed through the window. ‘Hes been drinking again?’

‘Just because he likes a drink after work…’ Geraldine bit her lip and paused. ‘It wasnt his fault that he hit her last night.’ She began to cry.

‘Hey, girl, you cant possibly think he should stay if hes hitting her.’

‘But, hes my dad and its his home too.’

Geraldines best friend sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. ‘Do you remember when my mother threw my dad out?’

‘Thats different, Crystal; he was beating you and your brother. I remember going to the hospital with you when he broke your arm.’

‘Like, before that, he was hitting my mother. She used to hide out the backyard until he fell asleep, but then he started beating us instead. Yes, Geraldine, thats why she threw him out, but do you think your mother is going to wait for that to happen to you? Your mother knows what we went through.’

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door and Geraldine accepted a tissue from Crystal to wipe her eyes.

Her mothers voice was croaky. ‘Geraldine, can we talk?’

‘OK Mum. Just a minute.’

Crystal gave her Geraldine a quick hug before she climbed back out the window. As she waved goodbye, Geraldine took a deep breath before opening the door.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Teen Reading

Out of the Shadows – Jenna’s Secret

JennaFinalFrontCover

This is a novel about a girl who, at the brink of going too far, learns from her mistakes and from witnessing the devastating effects to those who crossed the line.

Note: Out-dated language has been revised for the modern teen reader.

Read more about this book on my Teen Novel page or go straight to the publisher to ORDER NOW!

 

Stinky

Thirteen-year-old Sarah stood in the kitchen doorway; arms firmly folded. Defiance kindled her annoyance. Tension grew as she watched her mother fill the dishwasher.Im not going, Sarah declared. Give me one good reason why I should.

Its only going to be a month. Please Sarah; you know your father needs this cruise to help with his recovery.

But Aunt Carla stinks. She knew it wasnt a nice thing to say, but it was true. Everyone knew it.

Sarah remembered their visit to her Aunt Carlas at Christmas. She lived in a sun-bleached clapboard house in an old neighbourhood. With no car, she walked once a week to the store and post office. Her only apparent regular visitor was a nurse every Wednesday. Sarah recalled the embarrassment she felt when they took her smelly aunt to the Christmas service.

Her mothers voice drew her back to the present. I know how you feel about your Aunt Carla, but shes close to school. You wont be with her all day every day. Even church is nearby and you can phone Pastor Jim for transport to youth group.

Sarah unfolded her arms and opened her mouth to respond, stopping short at the sight of her father staggering in from the yard. His mouth drooped on one side and spittle hung in mid-air about two inches from his bristly chin. She turned and ran to her room, throwing herself onto her bed. Her mother followed.

You will go, Sarah. The doctor said it will take time and this cruise will help. Hes fortunate the stroke didnt affect his walking.

Okay, Ill go to Aunt Carlas.

 

Sarah ate her breakfast in silence. She ignored her aunt sitting opposite. The kitchen smelled musty and mingled with mothballs, which lingered in the air throughout the house. Neither had spoken much since Sarah had arrived three days earlier. In the evenings, the only sound heard was the tinkling of silverware against old dinner plates while they ate their evening meals. The spacious sunroom, consisting of a large comfortable day bed, a closet and an antique table, was where she would stay out of Aunt Carlas way.

Would you like something special for tea tonight? I can make hamburgers and chocolate chip cookies, your fathers favourites.

The packet macaroni and frozen pizzas her aunt had prepared the previous night, invaded Sarahs already depressing thoughts. Thats okay, whatever you want.

Aunt Carla rose to her feet and wheezed heavily; her foul breath caused Sarah to cringe. The older woman took her breakfast plate to the sink and stood with her back to her niece.

Sarah felt a pang of unexpected guilt. She finished her breakfast and hurried to collect her things for school. Her aunt was still at the sink when Sarah passed the kitchen on her way out. She heard her aunt sniffle and watched as she removed a tissue from her pocket. Leaving the room noiselessly, Sarah step outside and closed the door.

Sarah, whats ya doin at Stinkys? She looked up to see a face disappear back through the window of a passing school bus.

Keeping her eyes downward, Sarah began walking in the direction of school. She quickened her step and almost immediately bumped into someone approaching from the opposite direction. Sarah quickly apologized and knelt to pick up the items the woman had dropped. Sarah lifted her head and realized this woman was a community nurse. Oh, you must be going to see my aunt.

Yes, Im Jenny and you must be Sarah. Carlas been so excited about you coming to stay. You know, I overheard that boy. Im sorry. It must be hard to hear people say such nasty things about your aunt. They just dont understand that some forms of terminal lung disease cause the body to produce odour from dying cells.

What? Oh尖eah. I better get to school.

Sarahs heart pounded and her breathing accelerated, but it had nothing to do with her vigorous walking. She began to cry thinking about the terrible things she had said and thought about her aunt.

Oh God, Im so selfish. Help me to be a friend to Aunt Carla. Please look after Daddy and make him well. I think you have a few things to teach me while Im here. Help me learn

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Archived in Children & Teens at Riverside Peace

Annoying Cousin Gertrude

It was Erics third morning of his mountain holiday. Hed just nestled back against the decaying roots of a fallen tree that lay balancing over the edge of a large waterhole. The trickle of a lazy waterfall created tiny ripples across the surface of the water where sunbeams played. The peace was interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping.

What the? Howd you know where Id be?

Gertrude giggled and approached Eric. I got up early to follow you. I thought you might be lonely fishing by yourself. Besides, this is one of my favourite places.

Well, Im not lonely, so you can go home.

Gertrude paid no attention and began to toss pebbles into the water. I can catch fish too you know. She stepped into the water and inched her way toward the waterfall, splashing about as she went. Here, fishy, fishy.

Eric rolled his eyes. He looped a worm, spearing it onto his hook with the last turn. He was two years older than his pain-in-the-neck cousin and he didnt particularly want her around. His parents decided the summer holidays with thirteen-year-old Gertrude at her familys mountain property, would be good for Eric. He doubted it.

Get out of the water and keep quiet, youll scare the fish.

Only if I can help.

Eric scanned the parameter of the waterhole and began to work on a plan. Okay, I need more worms. Lots of worms and they have to be long, fat ones. You could try over there.

He pointed towards a small opening in the rocks behind the trickling waterfall, almost twenty feet away. The waterfall is really only a trickle and the water doesnt look deep. Shell be fine. He smiled at the thought.

Eric cast his line, leaned back and closed his eyes. This is nice

plop

Eric opened his eyes towards the sound. His bait tin had blown into the water. It was then that he noticed the dark clouds overhead and the strengthening breeze. He reeled in his line and scrambled down to retrieve his tin. He paused. Uh oh

Gertrude, where are you? Wed better get back.

He did a quick check of the area. I guess she took the hint.

Light rain fell as he packed up his fishing gear, but by the time he put his backpack on, it had become a heavy downpour. He was about to leave when he thought he heard his name being called. He stopped and listened.

Eric! Help me!

The call repeated and although it was faint, it was definitely Gertrude. He couldnt tell where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from under the ground. Eric was baffled.

WHERE ARE YOU?

Her reply was barely audible. Im in here. Behind the waterfall.

Eric dropped his backpack and ran straight through the waterhole. He climbed over slippery rocks and slid behind the falls that now flowed steadily down the rock face. The ground inside the narrow cave was muddy and he struggled to stay on his feet.

Gertrude, where are you?

This way! Be careful, the walls collapsed. Her voice echoed faintly but Eric could now hear her clearly.

He gingerly felt his way along a dark tapering, downward tunnel. Gertrude?

Right here.

Eric almost tripped over his cousin. He crouched and felt the ground around them. Mud had covered her legs.

Can you move?

Yes, but I hurt my ankle when I slipped with the mudslide.

Eric dug the mud away with his bare hands and eased Gertrude to her feet.

Lean on me, he said gallantly.

Once they were moving, they fumbled their way back up through the short tunnel to the opening behind the falls, Eric found himself whispering. What is this place?

Gertrude grimaced and leaned heavily on Erics arm for support. This whole area around the waterfall is a maze of caves and tunnels. Ill show you around in a few days when the ground dries out. Heavy rain comes unexpectedly up here I should have known better. The upper streams dont take long to fill and create enormous changes in the falls and waterhole.

She paused momentarily. Hopefully, we can swim back to where you were fishing, before the water rises.

With their back against the wall, they eased their way around to the far end of the waterfall where its flow was less intense. They jumped simultaneously into the water below. Cascades of water plummeted down on them, thrashing them below the surface.

Coughing and breathless, they finally dragged themselves onto the bank and into the shelter of a huge rock.

He watched Gertrude shiver and squeeze the water from her shirt. She’s not really a kid.

Gertrude, he asked quietly. Why do you have to be so, so…

Annoying? I dont know. I just wanted to be friends.

He studied her face. Can we start over?

After a few moments Gertrude nodded causing drips of water to fall from her hair and spill down her face like huge tears.

Okay, but call me Trudy. I hate Gertrude.

They both laughed.

So, Trudy, what do you want to do when the rain stops?

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Archived in Children & Teens at Riverside Peace