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Freaks of Greenfield High


FREAKS OF GREENFIELD HIGH is the first book in the FREAKS series.

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By Maree Anderson

How bad can high school possibly be? When you’re struggling to understand what it means to be human, let’s just say “it’s complicated”.


Copyright 2011 by Maree Anderson

This novel is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. All rights reserved; the right to reproduce this book or any portion thereof in any form whatsoever in any country whatsoever without the express permission of the author is forbidden.



By Maree Anderson


Dr. Alexander Jay Durham squinted through a gap in the blinds, watching the convoy snaking up the dirt road. The dying light painted the black Hummers with crimson-hued menace, making them appear as though they’d been dipped in blood. 

Foolish, greedy men. He could not find it in himself to regret their fate.

The shadows haunting the study resolved into a teenage girl. She glided over to take his arm. “Come away from the window, Father. It is not safe.”

Bah. He was dying. Worrying about his safety was futile. 

He suffered himself to be helped to his favorite armchair and settled into its comforting cushions. His gaze skittered about, finally coming to rest on a framed photo sitting atop the mantelpiece. It captured a young woman wearing a cheerful sun-colored dress, her lips curved in a wide, unrestrained smile. Time rewound and Alex saw himself with her, pulling all manner of ridiculous faces to make her laugh. His hand fisted on his chest, pressing atop his heart to keep the memories safely imprisoned. Now was not the time to become lost in the past. 

His gaze cut to the girl, now seated at the computer desk. And, as it always did when he looked at her, the pain of his loss faded to a dull, comforting ache. 

She was his legacy. From the facial structure and skin-tone, to the tousled mane of raven hair that resisted all efforts to tame it, she was a younger replica of his dead wife. She had but one unique physical characteristic, something that was hers and only hers. His brows knit into a frown. Perhaps he’d been foolish to experiment. Perhaps the startling cobalt hue of her eyes would make her too remarkable, too memorable. Perhaps he’d endangered her by—

He reined in his fears. She was skilled at subterfuge. She would cope admirably without him. He had to believe that. “We haven’t got much time,” he said. “Do you know what to do?”

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