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Madison Baldwin is having a bad year. Her fiancé, the commitment-phobic Spencer Newman, is getting cold feet. Her divorced parents can't seem to stop fighting or, much to her chagrin, making-out. To make matters worse, her "perfect" half-sister Jackie has flown all the way across the Atlantic simply to make her feel even more inadequate. The only bright spot in her life is Craig Barnett, her life-long friend and champion, whose cool demeanor and playful sarcasm is masking a secret that will change Maddie's life forever...
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Madison Baldwin is having a bad year. Her fiancé, the commitment-phobic Spencer Newman, is getting cold feet. Her divorced parents can't seem to stop fighting or, much to her chagrin, making-out. To make matters worse, her "perfect" half-sister Jackie has flown all the way across the Atlantic simply to make her feel even more inadequate. The only bright spot in her life is Craig Barnett, her life-long friend and champion, whose cool demeanor and playful sarcasm is masking a secret that will change Maddie's life forever...

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Past Is Prologue

     “INCOMING!”

    With that declaration a great love affair was born. Of course, Bevlon Jamison and his pointy chin wasn’t trying to do me any favors. Like most gangly, pasty-faced, appearance-challenged, twelve-year-old boys, he just wanted someone to notice him. Those someones were those paragons of perfection who lived at the top of the Windsor Prep food chain, affectionately dubbed by all as the “The Three Princesses.” He sent that large red ball hurtling towards my stomach because he wanted “his girls” to stop talking to Spencer Newman and start looking at him. I was little more than collateral damage.

     As I laid on the hot, hard ground I imagined “The Three Princesses”--- Fiona Miller, with her curly, reddish-brown hair and flawless mocha skin; Ikemi Vega; with her short jet black hair, olive skin and beautiful brown eyes; and Tia Moore, tall, thin and blonde, breaking into a chorus of “loser girl” as the rest of their playground cohorts laughed and danced around me in a circle.In actuality, I was alone with my misery. No one seemed to care one way or another that I had just taken “the fall.” I turned my head to glance at what was left of my pink glasses and groaned when I saw that the mini cheese pizza I’d been looking forward to eating all week was now splattered all over my new white sundress.

    Mother was going to murder me.

    I’d always been fat… I’d always been awkward… but this was the first time I’d ever felt gross.

    I closed my eyes trying to fight back the tears, and when I reopened them Spencer Newman stood over me, his hand outstretch, making me feel human again. I was surprised by this move. I’d known Spence all of my life, our fathers were best friends, but he rarely spoke to me at school. I didn’t blame him. I was the fattest girl in class, the main target for people like Bevlon and his band of thugs. His brown curly hair, light brown skin and tall frame made him the cutest boy in school, while his sense of humor made him the most popular. He had a reputation to think about.But in one magical moment, everything changed for us. His small gesture of friendship had awakened something inside me. 

          I sat up, shaking with embarrassment. Our eyes met, brown on brown, and he smiled. I raised my hands to meet his, but before our palms could touch completing our newly formed bond, his attentions were diverted by a scrimmage behind us. The new kid, Craig Barnett, had thrown Bevlon to the ground. They rolled around for a bit and it took Brent Johnson, Anthony Vega and Spence to pull them apart. I marveled that it took not one, but two guys to rescue Bevlon. “The Three Princesses” noticed it too and were not amused that I had managed to suck up some of their attention. Eventually, everyone went back to their corners and Spence sauntered over to me, making some lame joke about how my Olympic diving skills seemed to make everyone want to fall down too before joining me on the ground. For some reason it made the lookie loos laugh and applaud. Then, in what was the surrealist moment of the afternoon, he kissed my knee and smiled. Fiona Miller was soon between us, playing in her hair and telling Spence that she was “impressed that he was so sensitive.” 

          Minutes later they were laughing and play wrestling behind the bathrooms.

          I didn’t care. I was in love and our love would find a way.

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