Grace Alive (A Christian Romance)

Part 34

Grace Unbroken

Grace Alive Series Book 2

(Sample)

Copyright © 2014 Natasha House

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Natasha House

Chapter 1

I carefully applied my eyeliner for the fifth time in a row tonight. I was going to do it this time. I was almost there. Just a little bit more.

“Hi, lil’ sis, how’s it going?”

I jumped, and there went my perfect line. A black streak went down the side of my eye.

“Urgh!”

“Oh, sorry, that’s a bummer,” my older brother Cam said with an apologetic shrug.

“It’s okay; it was a hopeless cause anyways.” I glared at the streak going down my face and heaved a sigh. “What’s up, Cam?” I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice. Cam gave me a ‘sorry’ smile again.

“Mom wanted me to tell you that we’re leaving in 10 minutes. You almost ready?” I could tell he was staring at the black streak that was going down my face. I forced a grim look and nodded, then broke out into a fit of giggles.

“Do you think I could pull off the ‘I did my makeup blindfolded’ look?” I asked.

“Sis, you could pull off any look and make other girls jealous.” Cam reached over and kissed my dark hair. “Just a warning, Benny has gas. Bad.” Benny is our six-year-old brother.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll practice holding my breath right now. Tell Mom I’m almost ready. It’ll be just a—few more minutes.” I made a face at myself in the mirror, which made Cam chuckle.

“Okay, but, Clare, you might want to fix that.” He pointed at my tribal makeup. I went to go slap his arm, but he darted out of my reach and shut the door with a grin. I made quick work of my face and decided that I’d attempt this eyeliner battle one more time.

After the sixth time, I finally looked halfway put together. 10 minutes. I had 10 minutes. I grabbed my curling iron and did a fast curl job on my mid-length black hair. My hair drives me nuts most days. It’s got this ‘fly-away’ syndrome. I try my best to make it look halfway decent and then it just decides to do whatever it wants.

After hair spraying the crap out of it, I gave a satisfied nod and looked at the tornado I’d created in my room.

I’m a rummager. When I can’t find the perfect outfit, or I’m in a hurry, every piece of clothing I own ends up on the floor or thrown on my bed. I looked down at my tiger shirt accented by silver gems, my black skinny jeans, and a pair of red boots that went up to my knees. I’d put on my favorite necklace which was a tiny tiger’s paw. I love tigers. They are my fav!

“Clare bear! Time to go!” my mother called from the living room. I heard the front door open and close and knew Mom was heading toward the van. I have to say, having a name that rhymes with everything can get annoying. Clare bear. Clare hair. Clare pear. I mean think about that for a bit. Annoying.

“Coming!” I ran out of my bedroom, glancing once more at my full length mirror. Good enough.

“Pull my finger, Clare!” Benny shoved his finger in my face as I tried to get out the door. I ignored him as I bumped him lightly to get by. I got into our mini-van that I just loved to be seen in and shut the door behind me. Ben and Cam climbed in the other door, my mom and dad were already in the van.