Bad Reputation Preview

  Bad Reputation comes out tomorrow! Oh. My. God. I am so excited. I am so proud of this book, and I cannot wait for you guys to read it. And now, I'm sharing the first chapter with you guys. One more thing I want to mention is that I'm not going to be blogging and vlogging very often anymore. Basically, I want to focus more on writing my books. And with that, let's read this first chapter.


  I walked down the street, holding Alex’s hand. My friends, Robin, Georgia, and Anne were walking next to us.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I told Alex.

  He had taken my friends and me to play laser tag. I had never been before. I couldn’t afford it.

  Alex stepped in front of me and looked down at me. “You did?”

  I grinned, turning to my friends. “You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

  They giggled and kept walking.

  “You wanna have an even better time?” Alex asked, leaning down to kiss me.

  After we kissed I said, “You know I can’t. I have to get home. My dad’s probably worried about me.”

  Truthfully, I wasn’t ready for a “better time”. Alex was older than me. He was seventeen. I was only fifteen. He usually understood that I wasn’t ready, but sometimes he got kind of pushy.

  Alex sighed. “Alright. Do you want me to walk you home?”

  I shook my head. “It’s an extra three blocks. You don’t have to do that. I’m walking home with the girls anyway.”

  “Alright. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

  I kissed him again. “Bye.”

  As I walked to catch up with my friends I thought about how great things were going. Not only did I finally have friends, but I also had a boyfriend!

  It took me a long time to make friends. Not because I’m shy, or anything like that. I’m actually really outgoing. But my brother screwed things up for me. He was constantly getting into trouble and was always doing stints in Juvie. People were really scared of him around here. But he left Los Angeles three years ago. It’s been just my dad and me ever since. Even though my dad is an alcoholic, he and I get along fine. The problem is that everyone thought that I was like my brother. I hope I’m never like him. It took me until this summer to prove to everyone that I was my own person. I made friends with some of the girls in my apartment complex, and I met Alex at the pizza place down the street. So yeah, everything’s going great.

  I sniffed the air. I smelled smoke. Weird.

  “Chrissy!” Georgia called.

  I ran to the corner where they were standing.

  “Oh my god!” I cried.

  Our apartment complex was on fire. The whole thing.

  My friends and I ran down the street. There was a crowd of people standing across the street.

  “Someone call 911!” I shouted.

  “They’re on their way,” Someone told me.

  I looked at the complex. It was blazing. The fire department would never make it on time. I looked at my building, at the window on the second floor, fourth from the right. There was someone standing at the window.

  “Dad!” I yelled. I lunged forward, but someone grabbed my arm.

  “It’s not safe,” They said.

  And then the building collapsed.