Kindred (Book 1 The Kindred Series) Read Online Free

even the animals sensed the gloom in the air and did not want to come out .
       R each ing the end of the road, they ma de a right toward the large rotary mark ing the center of town. From the giant rotary five roads branched off , leading toward back streets and residential homes . B ut the first fifty to a hundred feet of each road w as packed with stores, restaurants, and bars.
      T hey finally r each ed the s treetlights that lit the sidewalks and roads . A few cars were driving around the rotary, their headlights bounc ed across the pavement, music filter ed from their open windows. People wander ed the streets, enjoying the places still open at this time of night .
       Though it was almost nine , there was still a large crowd gathered around B’s and S’s. The front of the burger place was bright against the dark night. A n old wooden sign hung from the side of the building , the name Burger’s and Shake’s was spelled out in bright red lettering . Burger’ s and Shake’s wasn’t a very original name, but it was the two things the restaurant did best . It was also the two things that most people stuck t o , as the rest of the menu was a little iffy at times. That was the main reason why B’s and S’s had been designated the teen h ang out for the past twenty years , as people over the age of twenty one rarely ate there again.
       “What do you guys want?” Chris asked, removing his arm s from their shoulder s .
       “S trawberry shake and fries,” Cassie answered.
       “Garden salad, but make sure that it is freshly washed , and no dressing, ” Melissa told him.
       Chris and Cassie rolled their eyes. Chris was still shaking his head as he wound his way s wiftly through the crowd gathered around the outdoor picnic tables. It wouldn’t be long before the tables w ere taken in , and the outdoor area w as c losed for the winter. Until then , everyone was enjoying the last bit of good weather that September had to offer.
       Cassie and Melissa made their way to one of the few empty tables in the back . Eager gree tings followed their every step as people turned toward them. They returned them politely, but neither of them stopped to talk . Cassie barely got her butt on the seat before Marcy Hodgins , the class president , was standing beside her.
       “Hey Cassie, I was wondering if you had started planning for the homecoming dance.”
   Cassie fought the urge to groan and roll her eyes. She had been head of the dance committee s ince freshman year, but every year it became harder and harder to find the time to dedicate to planning the dances. And this year she simply didn ’ t feel like doing it at all. She had not planned on running for the dance committee again, but earlier this year she had been automatically voted in.
       “Homecoming isn ’ t for another two months Marcy, ” she gently reminded the girl.
       Marcy fidgeted slightly, her hands clasp ed and unclasp ed before her as Cassie’s answer obviously ir k ed her. “Yes, but it will need a theme, decorations , fliers.”
       Cassie sighed heavily. “Maybe you should just find someone else this year…”
       “But you’re the best!” Marcy interrupted loudly. “You did a great job last year , and now that we’re seniors don’t you think we deserve the best memories possible!”
       Cassie shot Melissa , a just shoot me now , look . Melissa smiled brightly , annoyingly , in return. “Of course I do Marcy, but I ’ m really busy this year…”
       “I’ll get you more help!”
       Cassie didn’t know if she wanted to scream in frustration, rip her hair out, or throttle the obtuse girl. Instead, she shoved all of her irritation aside, and forced a bright smile. “I ’ll work on it Marcy.”
   “L et me know if you need anything, anything at all.”
   “I will.”
       “Also, I do have a few ideas for themes that I would love to run by you . M aybe we can get together after school