“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
― Benjamin Franklin,
― Benjamin Franklin,
Here it is! The first peek of my latest, and must add very
fun WORK IN PROGRESS! This young adult
book is all about secrets, the ones you hide and the ones you can’t tell, even
if you want to. Watch for more info and
publishing dates. Meanwhile, here’s a teaser from THE SECOND SECRET.
I gathered my backpack more so that I could carry it like a
shield in front of me and followed Mr. Shoop to his office. I jumped when he closed the door and I heard
the mechanism click. My principle came
around to his side of the desk and sat in his chair. He kept his back straight
and his hands on his lap. He’d been at
my baptism. He’d given me awards and had dinner at our house but I all I saw
when I looked at him was him killing in cold blood.
I wanted to grab him by the shirt and scream. Why, why would
you do that, but I knew there was still a chance that he didn’t know it was me
on the porch and staying anonymous could keep me alive.
His tone of voice was all business. “Thank you for meeting
with me,” he began. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”
The total insanity of the situation was almost too much. How
was I doing? I would’ve been doing much better with living parents.
“I’m fine,” I forced myself to say. He pulled his chair around his desk so that
we were only a few feet apart. My
stomach churned the acid like a volcano ready to erupt. If I vomited, I’d make
sure it landed in his lap.
He looked as if he might reach out touch me, but he didn’t.
Thank goodness we lived in a litigious society and administrators had to keep
their distance. Still, being so close to him made my skin crawl. I pulled my backpack tight to my chest.
“I know it was your eighteenth birthday and you were at
Ally’s when your parents were killed. Is that right?” His dark eyes seemed to
search mine anticipating a specific answer. His brazen probing was pushing my
anger to override my immediate fear.
“Well, according to police, I was running from a bear about
that time.” I said wryly. Mr. Shoop
cocked his head to the side as he listened. “And then I was with Liam and Ally
the rest of the night. Why do you ask?”
Mr. Shoop’s eyes narrowed
in suspicion. He was not impressed that I answered his questions with questions
of my own. I knew I was acting dangerously rash, but sitting so close to my
parents’ murderer incited me momentarily making me forget my fear.
“Well, dear, I know it
was a terrible night and wanted to make sure you were surrounded by friends. I
want you to know we all support you.”
Liar, liar, pants on
fire. A children’s rhyme came to my mind and I wished I had a match right about
then. His pants looked highly flammable.
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