Rise of the Death Walkers (The Circle of Heritage Saga) Read Online Free

plump that had been such an endearing feature on her during Junior High. She was developing into someone who would surely break a number of hearts in high school.
    “It’d not have been proper for…” I gently prodded her so she would continue. I moved my face closer to hers and gently exhaled.
    Her eyes went wide as her brain attempted to unscramble what she was going to say next. She moved her face closer to mine and after a bit of a time remembered what she’d been talking about.
    ”You know. Some one of my social status has an image to think of. I can’t be seen publicly with someone of your social status. It’s nothing personal you know.” She paused and pursed her lips. Lord! You’ve grown more than any of the other boys in our class.”
    Fury built in my eyes. She stepped back rapidly as she saw it. I stepped away from her and said sarcastically.
    “Well in case you are not aware you are in public right now! You’d better just go back to your friends! I can see them at the end of the aisle waiting for you.” I turned away from her and trembled in ire.
    I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she bit her lip, then looked at her friends after I said this to her. There was a distinct sadness in her voice as she said softly to me.
    “I’m so sorry Jason.” she had said this in a voice that was so low and full of emotion that I knew it wouldn’t have carried any further than my ears. She turned and sauntered away from me toward her friends.
    I took some time to calm down. I cursed the injustice of a system that allowed such clear class distinctions to develop between people. Was it my fault my parents had been on welfare for my whole entire life? Was it my fault my father had not had to guts to continue his education, to learn something worthwhile in order to support his family? Was it my fault that in the end he was not enough of a man to stay with his wife and children to provide for them?
    My grandmother’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
    “Pasche, you need to come down for breakfast. Your grandfather will be driving you to school soon.”
    I groaned as she said this. It would be two more weeks before I turned fifteen and would be able to drive myself to school. My grandfather hadn’t told me which vehicle he was going to get for me, but my permit was in my wallet, freshly creased with the stamp of the tribal council. My grandfather had convinced them to give it to me and date it for the day of my birthday. During the past two weeks my Grandpa Sam had given me lessons on the back road of the reservation with his old 42 dodge truck. It was a standard and I had a hard time hitting the proper gears, but I could move it forward now and I’m sure with time I’d be driving like anyone else on the roads.
    I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and called downstairs.
    “I’m on my way down Mimi.”
    That was the name I had called my grandmother my entire life. My mother had told me that when I was younger and beginning to speak, she had tried to get me to say Grandmother Amanda but all I would say was ‘My Mi Mi’. Since that day, I have called her Mimi.
    I went downstairs. I had to admit I’d taken a step up in life. My grandfather's house wasn’t high class but it was obvious enough he held a respectable status on the reservation. It sure beat the cockroaches and slat walls I use to look at every day. It beat the walls where I had to stuff old clothing into the open spaces to keep the snow from drifting in.
    I sat down at the table and looked around. “Where’s Grandpa Sam?”
    My grandmother was a small plump woman who stood less than five foot tall. She had a twinkle that was perpetually in her eyes when she talked and a high tenor voice that carried quite far into the woods. She also had that no nonsense attitude that had kept my grandfather on his toes for the last fifty years.
    “He went down to the Grey’s to see how your birthday present is coming along.” She snagged my arm as I