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Sweet Little Thing
Published by Abbi Glines
Copyright © 2017 by Abbi Glines
Abbi@Abbiglines.com
Interior Design & Formatting by:
Christine Borgford, Type A Formatting
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Abbi Glines. This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Contents
Sweet Little Thing
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
About the Author
Books by Abbi Glines
IF ONLY MY BACKPACK WERE
larger it would be easier to hide the presents I got today. It was sweet of the
boys to think of me. I especially loved the pink teddy bear with the “Be Mine” red heart in its hand. Its fur
was so soft and pretty. I’d never been given anything like that before. The chocolate candies and heart-
shaped necklace were also nice, but the bear was my favorite.
Tucking them all close to me to hide them while I rode the bus home was the hard part. I had to
because I was afraid someone would take them. I’d already prepared myself to hand over the necklace
and chocolates first if Harriet Boyd came after my things. She was six inches taller than me and tough like
a boy. I was pretty sure the bus driver, Ms. V
, was scared of Harriet too.
Getting home with the pink teddy bear Davey Eaton gave me was my goal. The other presents I could
part with.
Davey was cute. He was also rich and popular. I imagined the bear cost a lot. It didn’t look like the
ones I’d seen at the pharmacy or grocery store all month. It was special—the kind of special I’d never
gotten and would likely never get again. So, I was keeping the bear close.
Out of the three boys who gave me Valentine’s Day gifts, I didn’t like one any more than the other. All
the boys were nice to me and seemed to like me. I knew that before they gave me gifts.
Momma told me not to worry about boyfriends in the third grade. But after getting the presents, I
thought I might need to pick one. Maybe it would stop them from fighting over who got to sit by me at
lunch.
I took a quick glance around me. I never made eye contact with Harriet if it was at all possible. Her
voice was so loud, I knew she was only a few rows behind me. She was taunting someone about their
hair.
My bus stop was next. I needed to make it to my stop, and then I’d be free. Safe from her bullying and
possibly stealing my gifts.
Harriet hadn’t bothered me too much this year. There was a girl who sat three rows back on the bus
that had red hair and her teeth poked out a little too far in the front. Harriet was mean to her. I wished I
was bigger. Or older. That way I could take up for the girl three rows back. But I was smaller than
Harriet, and younger. Nothing I said would sway her. And today I had a teddy bear that needed to get
home safely.
The bus slowed to a stop in front of my trailer park.
I made it.
I glanced back at the girl Harriet was harassing. I wanted to say something to help the other girl. But
the bear in my hands kept me from doing anything. Not that anything I could have done would have helped
anyway.
I quickly exited the bus, hurrying down the gravel road that was lined with oak trees and random
empty beer cans. The grass was overgrown, and there were ant beds piled high on both sides of the road.
I didn’t study any of it long because I was in a hurry.
The blue single-wide trailer that I called home was faded from the sun. I’d imagine it was pretty at
one time, but that had to have been years ago. Now it was old, and most of the siding was broken or

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