Aberrant Trilogy 1: Super Charged Read Online Free

myself in front of the three staff and my mother. She has dark circles under her eyes and her arms are crossed tightly in front of her.
    “You can take a seat, Shaun,” the superintendent, a man with a very bristly gray mustache, says. He motions to an empty chair next to my mother, who is standing. I feel awkward sitting, but what choice do I have?
    “Make yourself comfortable,” says Principal Thompson. “We’re going to be here for a bit.”
    My mother looks away from me. Is she really that furious with me? I stop looking over at her and focus on the desk in front of me, that way I don’t have to make eye contact with any one person in particular.
    “Shaun, I’m just going to cut to the chase,” says the principal. “This isn’t the first time you’ve been caught doing something like this. And, frankly, your teachers and myself are very concerned not only for your safety, but for the safety of your classmates.”
    “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I say. “I was just trying to film a video for my channel. Really.”
    The superintendent picks up something from the desk and hands it to me. It’s my iPhone with a shattered screen. It won’t even turn on.
    “Looks like that wasn’t a success,” he says.
    My mother glares down at me this time. I swallow as the beat-down continues.
    “Do you know that if this thing had hit someone when you dropped it over the edge that it could have given someone a concussion?” says the principal.
    There is a pause as the question sinks in. All the air seems to be sucked out of the room.
    I look up at the principal with my head as low on my shoulders as it can be and try not to shrug.
    “I guess I didn’t think of that,” I say.
    “You’re right,” the principal goes on. “You didn’t think . Which seems to be a frequent occurrence in recent months.” The man takes a seat at his desk and picks up a pen to tap on the shiny wood finish. He seems to mull over his next words before speaking them. “Shaun, I know that things have been rough for you since your father died. I lost my own parents at a young age, so it’s not a mystery to me that the reason you’re acting out is because you’re hurting inside.”
    I want to roll my eyes just listening to this man attempt to connect with me. Does he really know what I’m feeling inside? I’m pretty sure that my situation is completely different from his. But, I don’t want to dig myself into a bigger hole than I’m already in.
    “Be that as it may,” the principal goes on, “the roof is off limits to students. Even the janitors are not allowed to go up there without express written permission from myself, and that is with proper precautions. You might have fallen over the side, or you could have even stepped through a vent or a shallow area. All those things would have caused hundreds - if not thousands - of dollars worth of repairs. Not to mention that you would be charged with criminal trespassing.”
    A horrible twisting feeling churns in my stomach now and I am starting to get dizzy. Criminal trespassing? That seems a bit harsh.
    There is another pause while all eyes look on me.
    They’re waiting for another excuse from me, but I really don’t have one to justify such a harsh punishment.
    “Like I said,” I say in a soft voice. “I wasn’t thinking.”
    The principal nods and sets his pen down on the desk with a clack .
    “Well, Mr. Boding,” he says, his hands folded in front of him. “You’re going to have a lot of time to think about things because from this point on, you are suspended for thirty days.”
    I sit up straight.
    “Thirty days ?” I say.
    Mom’s eyes practically bore through my skull.
    “That seems a little much!” I protest. But, my disciplinarian’s expressions are all stoney.
    “It’s either thirty days, or we report you to the local police,” the principal says. “I don’t know about you, but I would rather be house-bound for thirty days instead of having something