#S-4 YA Contemporary: OLIVIA TWISTED
Sick of moving from one lame foster home to another, sixteen-year-old Olivia thinks she’s finally found love in handsome, smooth-talking Z, only to find out he's trying to recruit her into his world of cybercrime.
Nothing reflects the personality of a home like a doorbell. Buzzing for the no-nonsense, cathedral chimes for the snobs, light sing-songy bells for the artsy-fartsy—I’ve heard them all. As Julia releases the button and the cock-a-doodle-dooing ends, my first impression of this home is that the owner might be insane.
The door opens and an unsmiling woman with short, mousy brown hair greets us with a raised eyebrow.
“You must be Mrs. Carter.” Julia thrusts her pudgy hand toward the lady. “I’m Julia Winters from Child Welfare.”
Mrs. Carter looks at the hand for a moment, as if trying to decide whether it’s safe to shake, then slowly offers hers.
“This is Olivia, whom you’ve been expecting.” Julia’s open-palm gesture at me is like announcing, “ta-da!” Mrs. Carter just presses her lips together. I’m guessing she’s in her forties or fifties, although she might look younger if she’d attempt a smile.