Nuclear War Club: Seven high school students are in detention when Nuclear War explodes.Game on, they are on their own. Read Online Free Page A

photos today. The tailor was very expensive, but worth every dollar her parents would unknowingly pay. And no one would know her uniform was tailored with heavy duty, reinforced elastic, so she would look good during the cheerleading routines.
    Ashley quickly dressed and grabbed all her expensive electronic devices, trying to remember which ones were the most prestigious. She rushed down the hall to the sun room, which opened to the beach, hoping her parents were still home. Maybe she could beg for the car.
    “Your Mother said to be sure you have an extra charged battery stick for your phone today,” Ms. Sonya, the maid, said handing Ashley the battery. “And the charger.”
    “Thank you Ms. Sonya,” Ashley replied. Ashley was on car restriction from her Father for not callingthe maid “Ms.”, and for some other whiny offenses she could not remember. She had been furious at having to ride the school bus. At least they could have ordered Ms. Sonya drive her to school.
    “No, Ashley needs to ride the bus until she learns respect and gratitude. I rode the school bus every day,” Father had said.
    Ms. Sonya has probably been told to report her if she didn’t call her “Ms.”, Ashley thought.
    “Ms. Sonya, have Mother and Father left?” Ashley asked.
    “Yes, they left before seven. Remember, they both have Hospital rounds today. Would you like some of your parent’s omelets?” she asked.
    “No thank you, Ms. Sonya. Half grapefruit, a small yogurt, and a thermos of coffee, please,” Ashley replied. She needed to be sure she didn’t gain any weight, it was cheerleading season and she was now the captain in her senior year.
    “Your Father said they sent you an e-mail, please watch it,” Ms. Sonya continued, pealing her pink grapefruit.
    Ashley checked her laptop for the video e-mail, and watched her Mom say: “Your Father and I may not be back before ten tonight. Please be sure to e-mail us about your Calculus exam results. You
must
be sure you have completed the online driving school for your speeding ticket, or the insurance will kill us for your driver’s license points.”
    Then her Mother stopped and her Father finished, “You are off of car restriction, Ms. Sonya has the keys. Don’t forget your SAT tutor at four thirty.”
    Ashley saw her Mother and Father wave goodbye as a beeper went off.
    “Ms. Sonya, did they leave you the keys?” Ashley asked.
    “Yes,” Ms. Sonya replied. “Which car?” Ashley asked.
    “Your Father’s Porsche,” Ms. Sonya replied. “They drove your Mother’s SUV together.”
    “That’s better,” Ashley thought to herself, silently. She had thought the best she could hope for would be the Camry they used for Ms. Sonya to run household errands.
    The new cheerleader uniform, driving the new bright red Porsche to school.
    Life is as it should be, Ashley thought.

7.
    “Man up,” David Phelps told himself, biting his lip, “real football players don’t cry like a whiny baby because it’s late in the fourth quarter and they haven’t played.”
    His uniform was humiliatingly clean. He knew it probably stood out from the other jerseys, broadcasting that he had not played the entire game. “Game dirty” jerseys were earned by players on the field, not benchwarmers. And worst of all, he was a Senior at Barley Union High School.
    “Keep your head in the game, Phelps!” he coached himself.
    “Be prepared, focus on what you will do when, not if, your number is called,” his Dad always said.
    But that was hard to do. The unusually scheduled, midweek night game was almost over. The Barley Union High School band was already leaving, walking in single file to the bus. Excalibur Academy was pummeling Barley High 25-9.
    David tried to focus, like his Dad said.
    “Why were they losing the game?” he asked himself.
    Zeke Brown, Barley’s All-State receiver, could outrun any Excalibur defender. Our quarterback was under throwing him, squandering Zeke’s speed, David