Kindle Edition Download from Smashwords (eBook) Amazon Karen's Koncepts Category:  Spirituality Publisher: Createspace ISBN-10:  1456504363 Type: Fiction Pages: 342 Copyright: January 18, 2011 ISBN-13: 9781456504366 Price: $2.99 (eBook) Pagne must face a life of disregard and abandonment. She discovers her guardian angel, an angel that provides love and support. Follow the life of a young girl into adulthood. Celebrate the journey and her choices that change a heartbreaking situation into a glorious life of love, truth, compassion and joy. Pagne finds the love of God and the support of her Heavenly Angel to get her through life’s emotional roller coaster. An angel that protects, leads and assures Pagne that she is not alone by using an unusual method of communication. Pagne shares healing, tears and laughter with a group of broken people that become her family. She discovers the purpose of her life and the revelation of God’s destiny for her. Pagne will eventually understand the powerful ripple she created as she lived her life. She was not an accident, she was placed on Earth with divine intent.         Excerpt Chapter 1 Leah thought she could bear it no longer. Why didn’t this baby come out? She had been pushing and writhing for hours, hurting so bad that she wanted to die. Finally, the nurse came in and said she was ready to have the baby. Leah knew that she would have feelings for this kid eventually but, right now, she almost hated it. They wheeled her into delivery and after thirty more minutes, the miracle of birth happened. A little, white-skinned, red-haired girl with blue eyes. She looked at her and felt numb. She may have connected better if the baby had looked like her. If she had gotten her golden skin, dark, curly hair and chestnut brown eyes. This baby looked like a stray, not her kid. Leah had endured a difficult life and tried to bury it with alcohol, drugs, and sex. During her drunken months of pregnancy, she thought it would be funny to name her baby girl Champagne, after her favorite beverage. Champagne Marie Crenshaw. Champagne would carry her mother’s last name since Leah didn’t know which John was the proud papa. Leah had considered having another abortion, but this time was different. This baby would change her life. She just knew it. Leah wanted to be loved and wanted someone to love. She’d convinced herself she could be a mom. When Leah was in her seventh month, she had stopped hooking and left Los Angeles. She moved north for a fresh start. Champagne would find out quickly that her mom failed miserably at being a mother. She would also find out there was someone watching over her, protecting her. When the hospital determined that Leah was ready for release, she was indignant and annoyed. Three days was not nearly long enough if you asked her. She figured she deserved and could use at least another week of leisure and strong pain meds while the nurses cared for Champagne. Upon leaving the hospital, Leah brought the baby back to the disgusting motel room that she had rented with her assistance checks. She figured they would do okay, since the amount written on those checks would increase with the birth of Champagne. She might have been able to afford a nicer place, but the majority of her money went for her alcohol and drugs. How was she going to take care of a baby all by herself? Looking around the room, Leah realized that she should have prepared a little more for the baby. She pulled out a drawer, dumped it, and laid Champagne in it. The strong pain meds were wearing off and they had only prescribed glorified aspirin as far as Leah was concerned. Luckily, she had stopped on the way home to pick up a big bottle of cheap wine. “Well brat, I guess the closest I’ll come to champagne for awhile is changing your crappy diapers.” She laughed to herself, “That was a good one Leah. You haven’t lost your dazzling wit yet.” ~ Several years crawled by and, somehow, Champagne survived her mother’s indifference. On one summer evening, Leah finally could not take it any longer. The pounding on the door was killing her head. What a hangover she had. When she jerked the door open, she looked into the chest of a police officer. Behind him stood her neighbor, Miss Nose Up My Butt. She could tell it wasn’t good by the smirk on Miss Butt’s face. “We got a call that you have a toddler playing unattended on the landing,” said the officer. “Well, I don’t see no kid out here, do you?” shot back Leah. “Not at the moment, but your neighbor called quite concerned. She said that it is not unusual to see your front door wide open and your small daughter playing out here by the stairs. Do you understand how dangerous that is?” “Well yes, Officer, I do. I’m not an idiot. I am always just inside the door, watching her every move. The kid has gotta have some fresh air and sunshine right?” “Ma’am, unless you use better judgment and find a safer place for your daughter to play, we will be back out with Child Services,” threatened the Officer. “Okay. I will figure out something.” The officer filled out his paperwork and handed Leah her copy. “This call will be documented.” He held the paper for a delayed moment, making eye contact with Leah. “Thank you, Officer,” Leah said sarcastically as she snatched it from his hand. As the officer moved down the stairs, Leah looked over at Miss Butt as she was turning to head back to her door. Leah smiled a big smile at her, flipped her off with both hands, and then slammed the door as loudly as possible. “Thanks, Pagne, just what I needed.” She glared at her sweet face and grumbled, “Worthless brat.” Leah had decided when Champagne was a year old that she did not deserve the name Champagne. She hadn’t improved Leah’s life, but complicated it. Leah called her Pagne, pronounced as “Pain.” The fact that Pagne was showing signs of freckles to go with the red hair from her nameless father didn’t help either. Leah hated freckles with a passion. She plopped down on the ratty couch that folded out to their bed and turned on the TV, filling a tumbler with wine. ~ Leah’s lust for drinking didn’t allow her to survive on the meager assistance she received, so she’d begun hooking again shortly after Pagne was born. Pagne’s childhood was a whirlwind of her mother’s customers, late nights, and the consequences of being the child of an alcoholic. One thing was consistent, an anchor that Pagne could rely on, her mother’s total disregard for her. As time passed, Pagne had no choice but to be self-sufficient. She kept herself clean, got herself ready for school, and made sure the trash in the room didn’t pile up too high. When Pagne was eight years old, Adam Williams was her mother’s new flavor of the month … good looking, funny and he actually had a job, a nice change for Leah. Adam always brought a bottle of quality champagne for her and Jack Daniels for him. A few drinks, some laughs and then “Good lovin’,” as her mother would say. Leah considered him a boyfriend, so she didn’t charge him for her company. Pagne learned to keep out of the way when Adam or other men were there. The close quarters of the motel room made it difficult, but Pagne would lock the bathroom door and climb into the tub, pretending she was in a boat heading to a strange new land. She would also read with a passion. She loved stories about fairies, faraway places, or brave characters who saved the day. She read whatever she could bring home from school. Her mom certainly wouldn’t bother to take her to the library or buy a book. When the tub was too disgusting to get into, Pagne would pile up dirty laundry on the floor and make a nest. The width of the floor space fit her and her nest perfectly. She wished the walls were more sound proof though. The loud laughing and sexual noises from the other room made it hard for her to read, pretend, or sleep. Pagne wasn’t sure what they were doing, but she felt uncomfortable hearing them. Sometimes, the men Leah brought home would hit her. Pagne knew to stay very quiet. She didn’t want them to know she was there. Some mornings, Leah’s face would be swollen and bruised. When Pagne would look at her with concern, Leah would shrug and say, “Comes with the territory.” Adam never hit her mom. He would always bring Pagne a toy or candy when he came over. He was nice enough, but something made her uneasy about him. He didn’t do anything bad, but he always wanted Pagne to sit on his lap. She didn’t like it and she wasn’t sure why. Even her mom didn’t like it. Leah would jerk Pagne off of his lap and plop herself down there instead, giving Pagne the evil eye. Leah didn’t realize how grateful Pagne was for removing her from the awkward situation. Even at the age of eight, Pagne was independent. She could get her own breakfast and lunch, toaster pastries or cold cereal. It wasn’t so bad when the milk hadn’t soured, but usually she ate the cereal dry. She got free hot lunches at school when she started first grade. Leah wasn’t hungry until late evening, since she drank her meals during the day. She would throw something together for dinner, but in her drunken stupor, usually burned it. Pagne didn’t eat much. She didn’t talk much either and doctors thought it was because of Leah’s frequent drinking during her pregnancy. But, according to Pagne, she just didn’t have anything much to say. One hot summer evening, Leah drank herself into another stupor and passed out on the bathroom floor, leaving Pagne alone with Adam. He grinned at her and turned on some cartoons. Their TV only had three channels. Luckily, one was cartoons... most of the time. Pagne loved cartoons. She could watch them all day and pretend she lived in the TV where she could fly like a super hero. Adam sat down in the old recliner and motioned for Pagne to come over to him. When she came close, he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Your mommy is outta service, so maybe Adam and Pagne can have some fun? You wanna play with me, sweetheart?” Her instincts told her it wasn’t good. Adam’s breath stunk from the liquor. She felt his arms tighten around her. Pagne began to whimper and tried to pull away. Adam was whispering and sputtering spit into her ear. “Be quiet. I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me, you’ll like it ... well, I will.” She felt one hand slipping between her thighs and the other sliding up her belly, lifting up her t-shirt. Pagne brought her leg up and slammed down hard, kicking him in the shin with her heel. He grabbed her even tighter, squeezing her painfully. She kicked his shin again and this time he let go. As he grabbed at his leg, Pagne was able to slip off his lap and head to the front door. Adam jumped out of the chair and lunged at her, screaming with anger and pain. He was behind her and grabbed her arms. It hurt terribly and she began kicking and screaming. Her screams woke Leah who came stumbling into the room, yelling for Adam to shut the brat up. She was confused when she saw Adam and Pagne struggling by the door. “What the hell is going on?” She bellowed. Adam released Pagne and spun around to Leah. “Nuthin’, kid just went nuts on me, she tried to run away.” It took a few minutes for Leah’s drunken brain to absorb the situation. “So, my little Pagne didn’t wanna play with you huh?” Leah showed no reaction as she tried to remain standing. She managed to focus on Pagne’s face and gave her the most hateful glare Pagne had ever seen. Pagne pulled open the front door and ran out, tears filling her eyes and clouding her vision. Through her tears, Pagne thought she saw white wings fluttering around her. Then blackness. When Pagne woke up, she hurt all over. Every part of her was bruised and sore. Her head was pounding with pain. She could hear voices, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She could hear a sweet lady’s voice speaking to her at times. She was curious about the woman, but decided it was better to pretend that she was somewhere else. Sleep, she just wanted to sleep. It didn’t hurt so bad when she slept. In her dreams, she could fly with wonderful white wings as others flew around her, laughing, dipping, and gliding. Pagne woke up to her mother’s voice, speaking close to her ear. “You gotta wake up. What am I going to do with a brain-dead kid? I can’t deal with this Pagne. Wake up now!” Pagne opened her eyes and looked at her mother. Her face was not haggard and worn from worry, but the familiar face of someone hung over. Leah’s breath reeked of wine. “Well it’s about time. What took you so long... sweetheart?” Sweetheart was thrown in for the benefit of the nurse who had just walked in. “Me and Adam have been worried sick. You scared your mama something awful.” As the nurse finished her duties and left the room, Leah moved in closer, so only Pagne could hear. “Pagne, they think Adam hurt you. We both know that’s a big fat lie, right? The police are going to talk to you. Mommy can’t lose Adam, baby. You gotta fix this.” Later that day, several officers and a very nervous, skinny woman named Miss Lament, came into Pagne’s room. The officers tried to be friendly and brought a teddy bear with them. It was very cute and Pagne found it oddly comforting to hug. Miss Lament, who didn’t smile and had very tiny, beady eyes, was trying to ask Pagne what had happened with Adam. Pagne decided she didn’t have anything to say. She knew that Adam was a bad man but, even at her tender age, Pagne intuitively understood that it was her mother’s truth. Leah needed him. The officers and Miss Lament left very frustrated. Her mother had been waiting in the hall and slipped in. “Good girl. Now we just have to convince the judge. We’re going to move in with Adam once this whole mess is cleared up. He’s going to take care of both of us. Won’t that be nice? We’ll be a family real soon!” Pagne didn’t respond. “We hit the jackpot, baby,” cooed Leah. That evening, the sweet-talking nurse was on duty. She took Pagne’s temperature and adjusted her tubing. While she worked, she talked softly to Pagne, assuring her that she would be fine. As she turned to leave, Pagne grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. The nurse, who’s nametag said “Mrs. Greenly,” looked into Pagne’s eyes. She saw fear and worry in them. She asked, “What’s wrong, hon? You in pain?” Pagne took a deep breath and spoke in a whisper for the first time since waking up. “What happened?” she asked. “Oh honey, no one has told you what’s going on? Well, I’m not sure why, but you ran out your front door and then you fell down three flights of cement stairs. You broke your leg and your arm, cracked your head, and have lots of bumps and bruises. You are very lucky that you didn’t hurt yourself even worse. I believe you have a guardian angel, dear. Yep, an angel that cushioned your fall. We all have an angel, you know. Talk to mine sometimes, when I’m sad or scared. You should thank your angel for protecting you. They have a thankless job!” Pagne asked when she would be going home. “You should be able to go home in a few days,” the nurse answered. Pagne began to weep softly. “Oh sweetheart, that’s not that far away.” The nurse looked into Pagne’s face and realized this was something different. “Don’t you want to go home?” Pagne just closed her eyes and let go of the sweet nurses hand. After she left, Pagne whispered quietly, “Thank you.” She did see wings, she was sure of it. ~ Pagne lay in her bed, a cast on her right arm, a cast on her left leg, bandages here and there, and a dull headache as Leah filled out all the paperwork for her release. Leah looked at the prescriptions for Pagne and was grumbling that nothing was strong enough to do her much good. “The least they could do is give us Valium.” Several nurses entered the room and helped Pagne into a wheelchair. Pagne’s doctor and a police officer walked into the room. “Now, Miss Crenshaw, there are some requirements you must meet to have your daughter home with you,” said the officer. “This Adam Williams is not to be within 300 yards of your daughter or your residence.” “But he didn’t do anything,” Leah insisted. “That might be, but until the judge makes his determination, the restraining order is in effect,” the officer responded. “Yes, of course,” Leah snapped. Pagne’s doctor stepped toward Leah and began speaking. “Here is the treatment plan for Champagne’s after care. Her therapy is crucial if she is to have a full recovery. I also want to stress that she will need a balanced, healthy diet and a safe, clean environment. Obviously, the stairs will present a safety issue. Have you made arrangements for assistance?” “Yes, I have taken care of everything,” She lied. “Mrs. Crenshaw, a child services worker will be checking in,” reminded the officer. “Yes, I know, another person up my butt. Can we leave now?” “Yes, you may. But remember, your court appearance is at three o’clock today. We will remove Champagne from your care if you fail to appear.” “Yes, I know, I know,” replied Leah, disrespecting the officer. The nurses put Pagne into the cab for the ride home while Leah had a cigarette. Once her nicotine fix was satisfied, she climbed into the cab next to Pagne. She shot the nurses a hard glare when their faces revealed their disapproval of her indifference. Pagne sat quietly while Leah went on and on about their new life with Adam. Leah talked about how Adam really cared about them, how happy they would all be together, and how Adam would bring money into the house. Leah finally shut up and drifted into her fantasy of a wonderful future with Adam. Pagne considered telling her mother what Adam had done, but she was a smart girl. She knew there was no point. Her mother already knew. When they got to the hotel, Leah struggled to get Pagne upstairs, cursing with each step. Once inside the room, Pagne looked around and wasn’t surprised to see that nothing the doctor had listed was done. Pagne hopped over to the couch and sat in silence. “Wanna toaster pastry, doll? Know how much you love them.” Pagne shook her head and turned on the TV. A few minutes later, there was a tap on the door. Leah opened it and Adam’s head popped in. “Hey, my two favorite girls. Just wanted to stop by and bring Pagne a get well gift.” It was a tin of mints from the liquor store down the street and a car air freshener in the shape of a rose. “What did you bring mama?” asked Leah with a little girl voice and a giggle. Adam slipped a big bottle of champagne around the door. “Can I come in for awhile?” he asked. “No baby, not till the court says it’s okay. My neighbor next door has big ears and eyes. This should all be resolved this afternoon. You gotta be patient.” Leah laughed as Adam tried to grope her through the opening. “We’ll all be together soon,” assured Leah. Adam looked over at Pagne and winked with a disgusting lick of his lips. “Okay, but I miss you guys. Good to have you back with us, Pagne.” Pagne turned the TV volume up and turned away to look at the screen. “She’ll warm up to ya, baby, just give her some time. I’ll call when I get out of court.” Leah closed the door, giggling. She looked over at Pagne. Pagne could feel Leah’s eyes on her, but she refused to respond. ~ Pagne was very nervous sitting in the courtroom, waiting to find out what they expected of her. Everyone was so serious, except her mother. She whispered insulting comments about everyone. Sticks up their “you know what’s” and other such childish remarks. When it was their turn to appear before the judge, Leah bounced up, flicking her hair. Once she was at the front, she suddenly seemed to realize that Pagne was still struggling to get out of her seat. She smiled and loudly proclaimed, “It’s okay baby, Mommy is here.” She went back and, very graciously, helped Pagne into the aisle. Her performance impressed Pagne. Once she made it to the front, Pagne sat at the table facing the judge. Leah began by explaining that the whole thing had been a misunderstanding. She explained that Pagne had been throwing a temper-tantrum and Adam had been trying to keep her from running out of the room. When the judge asked if she was in the room at the time, she admitted that she had not been because she was suffering from one of her migraines and was laying on the bathroom floor for relief. “The cool tile is soothing,” she explained. They called forward Pagne’s doctor and he described the extensive bruising on Pagne’s thighs, chest, and arms. In the photos they showed, a large man’s handprints were clearly visible. Leah did not have any explanation for the bruises. The judge looked at Pagne and asked if she had anything she wanted to say. Pagne just looked out the windows at the beautiful blue sky, wishing she could fly away. The lawyer representing Pagne’s interests made a good case that the events before her fall were clearly assault and possibly molestation. The judge agreed and ordered the restraining order to stand pending further investigation. Adam had been picked up and interviewed after Pagne was admitted to the hospital. He wasn’t arrested, but he did have a court date. Leah went into a rage. “This is ridiculous. You are punishing a good man, my man, for something that was very innocent. This isn’t fair,” she yelled. “Well, Miss Crenshaw, if you want to have your daughter in your home, you must honor the restraining order. If you disregard the order, Champagne will be placed in the care of the state until this case is resolved,” responded the judge with obvious distain. “Well, I don’t think me and Adam should suffer because of this brat. We have a life to start. You guys can deal with her,” Leah said as she looked at Pagne in disgust. Leah then turned and walked out of the courtroom. Everyone stood there in shock. No one knew what to say or do. Pagne hobbled over to the window and allowed one tear to roll down her face, just one. Then she looked to the skies and flew far away.

Book Filled With Hope
Hopeful...that is what this book is. This was quite a different book from others I have read. Pagne has a guardian angel who helps her, protects her, and comforts her. SHe endures abuse, her mother's alcoholism, many trials in the "adopted foster" family that she loves. I enjoyed this book and really didn't want to put it down. I connected with the characters and felt their pain and sorrows as well as their joyous moments. I highly recommend this book if you wonder why you are here on earth and if you are loved.

An Emotional Roller Coaster
This has to be one of the best books I have read in a long time, and that, from someone who has read a lot of good books recently, is high praise indeed. Initially I was a little puzzled as to where the book was going until I realised that the first few pages were about the guardian angel. Once I got this straight in my head, I was quickly immersed in the story. This is the story of Pagne a young woman who is born to a dysfunctional and abusive mother. She ends up in the American foster care system, and I cannot say too muych more without giving the game away. The book drew me in almost from the beginning and from there it was a rollercoaster ride of emotions. I read the whole book in one day and cried through most of it. Don't get the impression this is a sad book as there were as many tears of joy as there were sadness. Karen Arnpriester uses words to brilliant effect in order to garner this level of emotion, and this is a true sign of a gifted writer. I loved the characters, who were lifelike and real. This is a Christian book, but the Christianity is not all syrupy sweet. The characters have periods of doubt, and their own inner demons sometimes drive them in ways which are not honouring to God. This ensures that the characters are shown realsitically rather than cardboard cut out Christians. The ending was superb, and a real surprise to me. You can probably tell I loved this book, and I really would highly recommend it. Buy it now and read it immediately. You wont regret it.

Anessia's Quest
Anessia's Quest is truly a book that grabs you and keeps your attention all the way through. It's a hard book to put down because there is a connection to the characters and the plotline is so interesting. It's truly a timely story and one that touches your heart. It's not a religious "preachy" book, it's a story of life, love, friendships and spirituality. It's a book that evokes a variety of emotional responses that help you look at your own life in a different way. I highly reccommend this book to anyone who wants to read a well-written, engrossing story that will have an impact on your way of thinking.