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Sweet Honesty

Carmen Browne, Book 2

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Sweet Honesty

By: Stephanie Perry Moore
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Ten-year-old Carmen settles into her new home in Ettrick, Virginia. It's Christmas and Carmen has a problem: she's bored and conspires against her parents to have a "free day" at the mall without them. A subplot in the story involves adopted brother, Clay, as he continues to wonder about his real parents, and Carmen decides to help him dig into his past. Will her parents find out about their schemes?

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A Trip To The Mall And Other Similar Stories

of all the carmen browne titles in the series i think i like ne the best so far because so many of the stories reminded me of my own stories from the past. they may not be exactly the same stories, but just being able to recall stories of my life and listen to carmens stories just really made me happy on the inside.
in 7th or 8th grade my parents woild give me their sears or jcpenneys card and drop me off at the mall for an hour or 2 with a handwritten note to elt the cashier know i was allowed to use the card. i usually just got a t shirt or a pair of jeans. i would always feel guilty though because jeans cost more than a t shirt and i never knew how much money my parents made. then i would use the phone at the check out stand to call my parents for a ride back home. this i did all by myself. the mall was 10 minutes away so i knew my parents were either at my grandparents house in that town or still all the way back home. i always felt guilty if they were still at home and had to come all the way back just to get me. if i hadnt already spent my five dollars they gave me for a pretzel or whatever at the food court they would take me on the way home for mcdonalds ro soenthing depending on how close or far it was till dinner. i would either give them my change back since it wasnt ever mine or they would let me keep it and i would use it for a desert or a chocolate milk because i could never choose between regular or chocolate so why not get both at lunch at school. my parents never seemed to know how much lunches cost so for middle school they just gave me whatever they had on hand and it was up to me to make it last the week of lunches at school. if i only had enough for a brownie and a milk then that was my lunch for the day. if i didnt have money for anything i didnt get anything and fell asleep during class. no one cared and no one noticed. this was what we did for road trips too. when we stopped at the gas station we were given a dollar for a candy bar and a mountain dew or we could choose to save it for the next gas station stop. one time we were given a whole 5 dollars to last us the whole span of the vacation and i stupidly got conned into falling pity to my cousin who swore he wouldnt use to for smokes and of course did anyway. i have felt bad about that ever since.
in ninth grade i made my first friend. she was shy and only wore sweat shirts and sweat pants it seemd she had a set for every color there ever existed. all i ever wore was t shirt and jeans so we sort of got along quite well. i invited her to the mall and she was already there waiting for me on a bench inside the entrance to the mall. i was wearing sweats so she would feel more comfortable around me and she was wearing jeans and a t shirt because she said she was considering a change. secretly i thought it was because she wanted to be like me and i was kind of mad at her and wanted to say she was being silly because it was so different from her and i didnt like it. we mostly walked around until we got tired. i dont remember getting anything because i knew her parents didnt give her a card to use and i didnt want to make her feel bad that she coildnt get anything too. although if it were up to me i would use my parents card to get her and myself something partly for pit and partly because im too nice and partly because i wanted to her to like me not knowing she liked me already. we both liked each other just fine and stayed friends for many years we just didnt know it at the time. i knew that when i got picked up as usual since i was half the time too afraid to use my parents card i would just tell my parents what i found and they would either go inside and get it for me or tell me it wasnt a smart enough usueful purchase which was their way of saying they dont really care what i want all they care about is getting home asap because picking my up was a burden or so it was in my mind that way.
ive told this story before in other reviews on other titles, but my big lie was in middle school too. grandmom doesn't drive and yet she was the one baby sitting me. my parents were at a school meeting. the cool girls i so desperately wanted to belong to had fake invited me to the rec center. i either walked or rode my bike and was allowed to go. they never showed up and i felt embarrassed me. i was self conscience about my body and swimming and totally afraid for the diving board so the rec center was never supposed to be fun for me anyway. i stood in the lobby staring at the view window at all other people having fun in the pool and not me. i fumbled around the snack machine there trying to convince myself to use my lunch money for a snack when i knew i didnt deserve it and i had no idea what i wanted, i was frustrated i couldnt decide. after finally wasting enough time and eating whatever i had decided i went home in the dark scaring myself. i made it home and somehow grandmom was worried sick about me the whole time since she couldnt come bail me out and get me she was worried the whole time i was gone. if i had known anyone cared that much i would have gone back home the second i got there and realized the girls were going to show up. i only stayed because i really really really wanted to believe they were going to show up. i think i thought the longer i waited the sooner my hopes would come true. i knew my way home, but even i was a little afraid of the dark. i tried to relate to my grandmom by saying i had been tricked and i was afraid of the dark on the way home and i had never done anything like this before. i dont remember what my punishment if any was. i only remember feeling double bad for seeing grandmom so scared for me. maybe that was punishment enough. at least it wasnt snowing.
and about snow. I have a story for that too.living on my own i tried to follow my parents rules of always going to church. except i hadnt found a church to call my church home yet. no friends and all alone with my first car i went to a church to try out because it was where a bunch of the college aged people my age went to. little did i know it was going to snow while i was having so much fun exploring this church. id say maybe 2-4 inches and still snowing when it was time to go home. i didnt exactly have a 2 door, but it certainly wasnt an suv. my little blue car i loved so much and was so proud that i could drive at all seemed so much smaller in all this new scary snow. not prepared with supplies i used my jacket sleeve to freezingly wipe the snow off the windshield. i located the rear defrost button id never used before and turned the wipers on. i prayed and waited until i finally had confidence enough to try and venture back home knowing thelonger i stayed the worse the snow would get. actually i kind of hoped if i waited it would magically stop snowing. i drove 5-10 miled an hour probablly tunring my head in all directions to see absolutlely everything and never knowing what lane i was and hoping i didnt have to stop at a light for fear of ice all the way inching my way back home and told the terrifying story to my parents hoping they would somehow confort me or tell me they were proud of me. they didnt seem to think it was a big deal in my mind it was like they didnt care because its something anyone or everyone has to learn to do anyway so that was my lesson in snow.
when i did get into my first wreck much like this book someone sort of was there that i knew. they werent much help, but they were there. even today because i thought they werent much help i convinced myself it wasnt really them. they should have helped. it started with me trying to make a friend. i drove all the way to applebees by myself and proud that i did that. we had our meal and she said she had to go to a bible study. because im lonely i srot of invited myself not knowinf it was a little rude and forward. my car cant go on campus not being a studen so i followed her to her place and she took me from there. i was again proud i could follow someone to a place id never been to. she placed me another bible study and iw as offened thinking she was ashamed of me or something. somehow i found her in the end to go back to me car. she said she would let me follow her so i could get back on the right track towards home so i wouldnt be completely lost in the dark. but instead she got in ehr car and drove away faster then i could even begin to open my car door. out on my own in the dark in my parents van i was at a light to begin with and had no idea what road i was on and had no idea if i was supposed to go straight or turn and didnt even know what light belonged to what lane and what lane was i even in. when a light turned green it wasnt for me so as i turned i crashed into the car in the other direction that was supposed to be turning. it was at a corner so people were there staring. someone must have called it in but in the mean time i stupidly got out thinking if i stayed in some other car would hit me. i had no idea how to get my parents van out of the way since i didnt know where i was or even what had happened. the person on the corner that noticed me told me i was supposed to go back to my car in my shock i think i thought they were going to or supposed to take me home because i wanted to forget this ever happened and pretend it was all a dream. all i could think of was my parents would kill me for the van and could never fix or replace it. eventually the emergency people came and asked me a bunch of questions and i dont really remember how i got home. a few days later in my depression of hiding in my room and never wanting to drive again the wife of the man in the other car was on with our insurance companies and i kept saying i didnt want to talk about it. somehow im guessing my parents insurance must have taken care of things so no one sued because that was the last i heard of that. i remember the wife saying her husband was in a sling and i felt really bad and was super scared we were going to be sued or i was going to jail. but nothing like that happened. i still have fears that the angry wife is going to find me and sue or send me to jail. i wish i knew if the man ever got better. i mean you dont stay in an arm sling forever do you?

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