“She left us dad!”
“She was scared. She witnessed two deaths.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little coincidental? Maybe she did kill them.”
“Michael!”
I’m not one to be discreet, so I don’t pretend not to have heard as I wander into the kitchen. Mike has the grace to look guilty, but I’m oddly proud that he suspects me. Yeah, I don’t know why either.
“Water?” I ask. Mike hands me a glass that was on the table. I smile and take a glug, softening my throat.
“Hailey.” I look up, unused to the name. “I’ve enrolled you in school. You’ll start on Monday.” I choke on the water.
“You’re kidding right?” I have horrible visions of people in armor attacking me during biology, of battling evil in algebra.
“You did go to school while you were missing.” He looks a little unsure. I nod, not wanting to expand on the truancy issue.
I point at my midsection. “I was stabbed. Do you think I want to go to Calculus? Besides, everyone will act strangely around me.”
“And whose fault is that?” I’m sorry Hailey, but you’re going to school and that’s final.
I cross my arms. “You can’t make me.”
I sit glowering out the window as we pull up in front of the school. Clearwater High is printed in large blue letters over the entrance. I would have been punishing George for this, but the coward got someone else to drive me to school.
Next-door neighbor, crush’s older brother, diner boy, and the brother of the boy I killed. Also known as Caleb.
“Why are you driving me again?” I ask, feeling like a child being carpooled around.
“Because you can’t drive, your dad is busy, and you can’t take the bus.” He deadpans. “It’s just school. You won’t die.”
“Wanna bet?” I mutter.
“What?”
“Nothing, you don’t have to come in, I know the way.” I force a smile and a thank you before climbing out of the car in borrowed clothes (although they’ll do) and a black backpack.
Kids stream in the front entrance. It’s chilly, so only a few smokers are loitering outside. The rebels, they probably think they’re so hardcore. Smelling bad and dying of cancer is so in these days. Thankfully no one notices me as I slip in with them and make my way to the office.
“Hi. Hello. EXCUSE ME!” I finally yell at the secretary. She’s middle aged with winged glasses.
“Oh, hello honey. What’s your name?” She has a pencil tucked behind one ear and a picture of children on her desk. I decide that I like her.
“Hailey Reid.” She looks surprised and does a double take.
“My, haven’t you grown up.” She takes in my nose ring and short black hair with minimal distaste. “Here’s your schedule. I expect you know your way around, but you can always ask someone if you forget.” I nod and smile and say thank you. Then the schedule is in my bag and I’m making my way to the back parking lot.
I only make it ten yards when I’m intercepted.
“I can’t let you leave cuz, sorry.” It’s Morpheus.
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Daddy Death
FantasyHavoc Doom is a girl with a scary past. She's the daughter of Thanatos, God of Death, and is capable of killing someone with just one touch. When Zeus sets a prize on her head, she becomes the most wanted monster in the world. Hordes of demigods are...
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