I always thought the gypsies cursed my family centuries ago, but most members of my family feel different, they say we were gifted with prosperity and the ability to know our soul mate. Great, you say, well they forgot to mention when we find our soul mate we turn into possessive cavemen.
I never wanted the curse to get me. I was happy with my privileged life, a new woman every night and no one ever saying no to me. I had my life planned out just how I wanted it. That was until I saw her—Jade Black. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on Jade she was mine. My soul mate. The problem is I’m having trouble convincing her.
I’m so close to freedom, to being eighteen and having a say in my life. Getting my Higher School Certificate, going to university, and living the life I’ve always dreamed. I’m so close. I blame my mother for dying, because I’m not eighteen I have to either go into foster care or live with my deadbeat grandpa in Reed Creek. I choose my grandpa. I can put up with him until I graduate.
Geographical lingual confusion
The story seemed confused.
At the beginning it was stated that the language would be different due to the setting being in Australia. However (as an Australian) I found lots of conflicting term usages (i.e. Panties when we the term Undies, or Gridiron terms like Linebacker being used when rugby or footy is the main sports played in schools).
It was an overall bland story with a protagonist whose main job it seemed was to be the object of obsession and (almost) constant injury.