The Lost Girl - Part One Quotes

“After showering and picking out the perfect outfit—a magenta colored dress that had a fitted top and a flared skirt attached—I styled my hair, clasping it at the sides with two white ribbons. When I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I hoped that the Jackson family would approve.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“I took in Meg’s green eyes; they were the deepest green I’d ever seen.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“Smiling to myself, I pictured our family one sunny afternoon last fall. It had been a warm day, and we were on our way to the city aquarium. Dad had the car windows rolled down, and I recalled the feel of the wind in my hair and the scent of Mom’s perfume wafting from the seat in front of me. Mom and Dad were chatting and I was scrolling through my Instagram feed. But the moment the song sounded on the radio, I squealed. “Turn it up!” I said, leaning forward in my seat, enough that the belt tightened across my chest. As soon as Dad reached over and turned the knob, I started singing the lyrics aloud. Both Mom and Dad joined in. With the wind in my hair and the music filling the car, a warmth had filled my insides, almost as if I were wrapped in my favorite fuzzy blanket. The memory was fresh in my mind and I could still see Mom’s head bob up and down as she sang while Dad tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Come on, Dad!” I said, giggling. “Sing with us.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I’m waiting for my favorite part. I don’t want to stretch my singing muscles.” “What singing muscles?” Mom smiled at him. He put a finger in the air for her to wait. “Here we go.” When the chorus of the song began, Dad screeched out the lyrics in a really high voice. He was trying to mimic the singer’s voice but he wasn’t even close and the sound he made was terrible. I burst out laughing. He ignored me and continued to sing, all the while, waving a hand through the air with wide flourishes, as if conducting an orchestra. He tilted his head back and belted out the high notes. When we pulled up at a red traffic light and the car slowed to a stop, Dad was oblivious of the carload of people alongside us watching him. The passengers of the other car had their windows open too and I stared at them in horror. Their eyes were glued to Dad and they shook their heads and rolled their eyes. “Dad!” I called to him. “Those people are watching you.” But he didn’t hear me and continued to sing. I sank into my seat, my cheeks flushing. He finally realized he had an audience but instead of being embarrassed, he waved to them. “Hello, there!” he said. “Did you enjoy my singing?” The light turned green, and the carload of people cracked up laughing as their car lurched forward in their hurry to escape the weird man in the car next to theirs. Dad shrugged. “I guess not.’ Mom and I burst out laughing too, unable to hold it in any longer. Dad waved a dismissive hand. “They wouldn’t know good music if it hit them in the face.” Tears sprang from my eyes because I was laughing so hard. My dad could be so embarrassing sometimes, but that day, it didn’t bother me at all. Dad had always managed to make me laugh at the silliest things. He had a way of making me feel happy, regardless of what mood I was in. Deep down I thought he was a really cool dad. My friends thought so too. He wasn’t boring and super strict like their dads. He was fun to be around and everyone loved him for it, including my friends. Our little family was perfect, and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“The sky had turned black and I could see that a storm was approaching. It fitted my mood perfectly.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“I grumbled to myself but headed into the hallway, making sure to check for anyone else before stepping out. Though a nice bruise on my head might make Sarah and Mrs. Williams even more interested in getting me out of this nightmare. But, I wasn’t up for the pain. In the dining room, the Robinsons were already in their seats. Viv had left her apron crumpled on the floor in the corner of the room. I bet she’d ask me to pick it up at some point and probably even make me iron the wrinkles out of it. The Robinsons were nice to me now, but I knew everything would go back to their twisted normal if the adoption went through. They would treat me like their modern-day Cinderella all over again. “Sit, sit,” Viv chirped. Avoiding any looks from Max, I took my seat next to Viv and placed my napkin in my lap. Even though I lived with these people, I still held onto the manners that my parents had taught me. Staring at the food in front of me, I saw instantly that it looked nothing like what I was expecting. In fact, it all smelled and looked delicious. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d barely eaten all day, or because Viv had miraculously discovered a new found talent for cooking. A casserole dish and a steaming pot of piping hot chicken parmesan sat in the middle of the table. A pile of garlic bread sat on a plate between the chicken dishes and there were even a couple of bowls of very healthy looking salad.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“Maddie, who had a crush on Logan, cheered him on the whole time.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“Ellie stared at me and then sat down in the seat that Maddie had just hopped up from. She passed my frozen yogurt towards me. Even though it was topped with whipped cream and sprinkles—both of which I hadn’t asked for—Ellie’s sundae was almost three times bigger and piled high with endless scoops of various flavors.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“I know it’s not your pay-day, Bella,” Viv said with a high-pitched chuckle. “This is a little extra for you two. Have fun. Get some ice cream, girls! We’re celebrating!” I rolled my eyes.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“Would she and Max deny everything and claim that I was the liar? Would they tell Mrs. Williams that I ran away and couldn’t be trusted with another family who had no idea how to control foster kids like me?”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“The only reason they wanted to keep me was for my parent’s money.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“no idea”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12

“pictured the friendly couple in my head, convinced that Sarah would like them too.”
― Katrina Kahler, The Lost Girl - Part One: Books 1, 2 and 3: Books for Girls Aged 9-12