To read Chapter 1--Scene 1, go to Always YA at Heart.
To read Chapter 1--Scene 2, go to Books that Bite.
To read Chapter 1--Scene 3, go to Live to Read.
To read Chapter 1--Scene 4 pt. 1, go to The Bookish Babe.
To read Chapter 1--Scene 4 pt. 2, go to Confessions of a Vi3tBabe.
Chapter 2: A Graveyard Butterfly--Scene 1
Beth savored the silence of the emptied-out school hallway
that afternoon and devoured the final pages of Wuthering Heights. She could no longer feel the oppressive late
summer heat or the hard metal of the locker at her back. Gone were the crumpled
papers, broken pencils, and discarded candy wrappers on the tiled floor. She
was on the cold English moors with the wind blowing around her and the whistle
of death in the air.
A trio of voices suddenly invaded the end of the hall. Beth rushed through the last page. A banging locker emphasized the drama of the final line, and she looked up, just in time to see El Perfecto sprinting past, no doubt in a rush to get to football practice.
Apparently, tardiness was a new thing for him.
Nalani came up at a much more relaxed pace, her pink canvas book bag slung over one shoulder.
“So what was the meeting about?” Beth asked her best friend.
“Who knows?” Nalani’s eyes shone as she rolled them. She glanced over her shoulder, then lowered her voice. “Just Markham on a power trip. I’ll tell you on the walk home.”
Beth stuffed Wuthering Heights back into her locker, not wanting to lose the book again and owe a fine to the library as she had back in June. Then she gathered her supplies and hefted her backpack.
Nalani was already halfway to the back exit, which led, naturally, to the football field. Beth hurried after her.
The team had stretched out in lines, five rows of testosterone-filled tight pants and loose jerseys hopping up and down in jumping jacks. The compact blond with the number 12 plastered on his front wasted no time sending Nalani a wave, even though he was leading the entire team—minus El Perfecto, who must not have made it out of the locker room yet—in the warm-ups. The team mimicked the wave.
A trio of voices suddenly invaded the end of the hall. Beth rushed through the last page. A banging locker emphasized the drama of the final line, and she looked up, just in time to see El Perfecto sprinting past, no doubt in a rush to get to football practice.
Apparently, tardiness was a new thing for him.
Nalani came up at a much more relaxed pace, her pink canvas book bag slung over one shoulder.
“So what was the meeting about?” Beth asked her best friend.
“Who knows?” Nalani’s eyes shone as she rolled them. She glanced over her shoulder, then lowered her voice. “Just Markham on a power trip. I’ll tell you on the walk home.”
Beth stuffed Wuthering Heights back into her locker, not wanting to lose the book again and owe a fine to the library as she had back in June. Then she gathered her supplies and hefted her backpack.
Nalani was already halfway to the back exit, which led, naturally, to the football field. Beth hurried after her.
The team had stretched out in lines, five rows of testosterone-filled tight pants and loose jerseys hopping up and down in jumping jacks. The compact blond with the number 12 plastered on his front wasted no time sending Nalani a wave, even though he was leading the entire team—minus El Perfecto, who must not have made it out of the locker room yet—in the warm-ups. The team mimicked the wave.
To read the rest, join Salva, Beth, and I at The Reading Date for the 6th stop in our Salvation Teaser Tour.
Copyright @ 2013 by Anne Osterlund. Used
by permission of Speak, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group, a member of
Penguin Group (USA) Inc. All rights reserved.
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