Dirty Little Secrets
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Everyone has a secret. But Lucy's is bigger and dirtier than most. It's one she's been hiding for years-that her mom's out-of-control hoarding has turned their lives into a world of garbage and shame. Tackling an increasingly discussed topic that is both fascinating and disturbing, C. J. Omololu weaves an hour-by-hour account of Lucy's desperate attempt to save her family. Readers join Lucy on a path from which there is no return, and the impact of hoarding on one teen's life will have them completely hooked.
much I really did care about what Josh thought and what he was doing. And who he was doing it with. Leaving yourself vulnerable was the quickest way to have anything good taken away from you. If I’d learned anything from Mom, it was that. “Well, I’ll totally keep an eye on him for you,” she said. “I’m not going to let him get away, in spite of you.” I managed a smile. “Thanks, Kay,” I said. I tossed back the last of the coffee in my cup. “I really do have to head back,” I said, and stood up.
in my ear about how ungrateful you are, and how I must have put you up to it.” I should have known Sara would call him. There was a green bin over near the wall, so I went to sit down on it. “I didn’t do anything to her,” I said. “She just came busting in here and started freaking out. You know how she always acts like she owns the place.” “So you’re not doing what she said?” he asked. I could tell somebody was nearby because he was practically talking in code. I looked around at the half-full
you in class.” I walked slowly toward the science wing, feeling like an idiot but also grateful that I hadn’t made a complete ass of myself. Like Josh would ever choose me over Cara. Or over anyone. Now here I was doing the same thing again—having crazy fantasies about Josh when he was just being polite. Kaylie stood on her tiptoes surveying the crowd. “I think I see Steve over to the right.” “I’m freezing,” I said. “I’m going back inside.” I wanted to get out of there before Josh knew I’d
teeth and tossing her hair. Sure enough, she had another blue cup of beer in her hand. “And I can always spend a night sitting in somebody’s kitchen talking to those idiots.” He lowered his voice. “It’s not every day I can spend some time talking to you.” It sounded like a line, and I had to look into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. He was staring straight at me and not even smiling a little. “Why?” It came out of my mouth before the censoring part of me had time to stop it. Now
when I went out to see him that one summer, Disney on Ice when I was seven, and the circus from before Mom decided it was cruelty toward animals and we stopped going. My room was freezing, so I reached down and clicked on the ancient space heater. One hard smack to the side got it running again, the orange glow from the coil inside making me feel warmer even before the heat actually kicked in. I wasn’t sure when the furnace had broken completely, but it hadn’t worked right since last year. I’d