Page 1 of Fighting Our Way (Broken Tracks 2)
We have so many people to thank who helped bring this story to life and we’ll be eternally grateful for all of it!
First we want to say a huge thank you to Amelia and Nate for allowing us to tell their awesome story.
As always, we want to thank our families for putting up with our VERY late nights/early mornings while we wrote our hearts out. Thank you for supporting us in following our dreams. You’re all amazing and we love you loads!
We want to say a huge thank you to our cover designer, Emily Wittig. Would you believe this girl is only seventeen years old! She has an incredible talent and we are honored to work with her.
A huge thank you to all of our friends and readers for supporting us; when we announced we were co-writing, the support was second to none, you all jumped on board and never once doubted us.
Thank you to our beta readers: Amanda, Angela L, Angela B, Sarah, and Liza! Thank you for helping us see what needed to be changed and for helping us with the final tweaks to make this story what it is! We love you all to the moon and back!
To our editor Judy, thank you for correcting all of our grammar!
A huge thank you to ALL of the Bloggers, readers, and authors that share all of our stuff! We appreciate it so much and we both love being part of the indie community!
Last but by no means least; thank you to all of our amazing readers, for all of the messages that we both receive on a daily basis. It warms our hearts so much to know that you enjoy all of our stories.
Thank you for allowing us to do what we love most and tell these stories! We hope you love Amelia and Nate as much as we do <3
To Danielle, Ahem, I’m writing this letter concerning—haha!! No but seriously, this whole process has been amazing, yet again! I want to thank you for lots and lots of things, but most of all I want to thank you for being my bestie, for putting up with all my crazy—although you’re just as crazy as I am—for being there no matter what.
But most of all, I want to thank you for this book! When we first started out all with our first idea a year ago, I never thought we’d have two awesome word babies ! But look at us! As I always say—we’re freaking awesome! Ha! Love ya! <3
Ab got in there with her dedication before me, so I’m going to ditto what she said and add in that I wouldn’t want to have brought this story to life without her. Every aspect of it has been absolutely amazing from the laughs right down to the tears and gruelling hours we put in. I can’t wait to see what else we come up with in the future, and yes, there will be more! Love you more than pink iced doughnuts and slippers, you big crazy!! <3
To blanketgate!
Is this what it feels like to be free?
I’m falling through time, space, and everything in between. I’m suspended; nature keeping me in this place that is neither here nor there.
Nobody can save you but yourself: that’s what I’ve always believed. It doesn’t matter what situation you’re in, you have to be strong because there’s only one person who has to live with you: the person who stares back at you in the mirror each and every day.
But what happens when you can’t save yourself?
When that choice is taken away from you, all you can do is close your eyes and let fate run its course.
Fate: the one thing you can’t see nor hear but is there watching and waiting for its time to step in, to veer your plans off the course you thought you were on.
Peace washes over me and freedom flows through my veins as my mind accepts this is how everything was meant to be.
But I have one last thought before fate takes its course: I should have told him one last time that I loved him. That one word doesn’t do what we had justice. There are a million words that could describe what he meant to me, but there’s only one that will describe what I’ll be to him now: gone.
I run the brush through Izzie’s blond hair, trying to get all the knots and tangles out.
“Owwww!”
I stop before looking down at her, raising a brow. “What did you do, Izzie? Sleep in your hair?”
Her hand with her fork in it halts halfway to her mouth, her brows furrowing as she looks up at me with her blue eyes. “Yes.” She states it so matter of fact, not getting my joke in the slightest before putting the forkful of eggs in her mouth.
Shaking my head and chuckling, I continue to brush through the tangles before parting her hair in two.
“Can I have two buns today, Amelia?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
Shuffling feet come
into the kitchen and I look over at Clay as he pushes himself up into his seat at the table, grumbling under his breath as he clutches another book in his hand.