All I've Never Wanted

By: Ana Huang


ACKNOWLEDGMENTS





First and foremost, I would like to thank Wattpad for giving me the platform and opportunity to share my writing with the public. I have been writing for as long as I can remember but have never posted any of my works until I discovered Wattpad. Thank you for making it so easy for me to do what I love.



I also need to give special thanks to my Wattpad fans and readers. I am humbled by the amount of support and patience they have given me over the past few years. Without their encouragement, I would never have been able to finish my stories.





Thank you to my family, who always believed in me and worked so hard to give me the education and opportunities I needed to succeed. A special thanks goes out to my mom, who indulged my lifelong obsession with books and never complained about the paperbacks I left all over the house.



Thank you to Covers for Romantics, who was so patient and accommodating throughout the cover design process.



And finally, thank you to my teachers, who taught me everything I know about writing.





I am blessed to have so many wonderful people supporting me every step of the way. Without them, this wouldn’t have been possible.





CHAPTER 1





"Sweetie, are you feeling ok?"



I poked at the pile of scrambled eggs on my plate, wondering if I could fake being sick to delay my first day of senior year a little longer.



Maybe I could claim food poisoning from the takeout I ordered yesterday?



Nah. My mom would never buy it, and even if she did, I really didn't want my favorite Chinese restaurant to be slapped with a lawsuit.



Hmm…what about the flu? Mono? Strep throat? Sudden amnesia? My mind raced through a million fake excuses as to why I wouldn’t be able to go to school today, but I had a sinking feeling my mom would see through all of them in a minute, and I'd just earn myself a nice grounding instead.



"…Maya? Maya!"



I jumped, my fork clattering against the plate. "What did you say?" I asked, trying to regain my bearings after being lost in my thoughts for the past ten minutes.



"Are you feeling ok?" my mom repeated. "You've barely touched your food."



I looked down and realized she was right. The scrambled eggs and bacon—usually my favorite breakfast—were far from gone.



I took a deep breath, about to lie and say no, I didn't feel ok and I'm not up for classes today, but unfortunately, my conscience kicked in at the last minute.



"I'm fine," I said, pasting a smile on my face. "I'm just not really hungry."



My mom arched her eyebrows and took a sip of her coffee. She's like Lorelai from Gilmore Girls—a total coffee addict. She had at least eight cups a day, despite my insistence that so much caffeine was not good for anyone. You would think she'd know that, since she works in the health industry and all.



"Nervous?"



I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."



That's one way to put it, although “nervous” didn’t seem like an adequate description for the Texas-sized pit of anxiety in my stomach.



"You'll be fine, sweetie," Mom said soothingly. "You were fine last year. Straight A's! And you're not even new anymore."



That's precisely the problem. I'm not new, which means after a year at Valesca Academy, I know how it works. Trust me, it's not pretty. But more on that later.



"You're right," I agreed. I valiantly spooned some eggs into my mouth, my mom watching closely. They tasted like cardboard, which I knew was more me than her cooking. Nevertheless, I managed to eat about half before I couldn't take it anymore.



If I had to go to school, I might as well just hurry and try to finish this day up as quickly as possible.



"Ok, I'm heading out," I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "I'll see you later."



"Have a good day, honey. Love you."



"Love you too."



When I got outside, I was relieved to see that even though the sky was overcast, it wasn't raining—yet. Hopefully the rain won’t start until I'm safe and warm inside Valesca's walls, with safe being a relative term.



I guess now is a good time to back up and explain everything to you. My name is Maya Lindberg, and up until a year ago, I was happily living in San Francisco with my parents, doing all the things a normal teenager does and attending a normal high school that, while it had its clique problems, was paradise compared to Valesca.

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