Soul Kiss Read Online Free
Author: Scarlett Jacobs, Neil S. Plakcy
Philadelphia, working mostly on tedious stuff like campaigns for new drugs. Sometimes he ropes me into proofreading with him. You would not believe how boring some of that crap is that they have to put on medicine bottles and boxes, all the TMs and copyrights and Surgeon General's warnings.
Since it was his laptop before it was mine, it wasn't like I could refuse. "Sure, Dad. Are you going to get a new one?"
"Yeah. Maybe you can come with me Saturday and help me shop."
I kept it cool, saying, "Yeah, if you want," but in my mind I was rubbing my hands together in glee. My dad is a total sweetheart when my mom isn't around; he'll buy me stuff she would never agree to. And when he saw what an outdated clunker my laptop was... well, who knows? Maybe they'd have a two-for-one sale at ComputerCo.
The next morning, I spent most of AP English thinking about what I could get my dad to buy me at ComputerCo. Not that I'm greedy or anything. But I see all the gadgets the other kids have, like bright neon-colored netbooks with designer carrying bags, adorable little smart phones that take real movies, bracelets with LED lights, USB drives shaped like M&Ms--I mean, there is just so much you can want! I hardly paid attention to anything Mrs. Ash said.
As we were leaving class, Daniel cornered me. And in a demonstration of his massive social skills, he didn't even say hello, or tell me I looked nice that morning. Instead he just said, "Who's your favorite author?"
Since we were still technically in English world, I didn't feel comfortable saying Stephenie Meyer or Richelle Mead or anybody who was still alive. So I said, "Jane Austen," because we had read Pride and Prejudice the year before and I had liked it enough to read a couple of her other books.
He just nodded. "I haven't read those. But I will."
Like, why? I wanted to ask, but the tide of students swept us on down the hall. I thought, oh my God, does Daniel Florez like me? Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
Saturday morning my mom took the Big Mistake to his first football practice of the season, and then went off to do her major grocery shop, where she basically piles all the crap in the store in a couple of wagons and loads up our cabinets. Then the Big Mistake devours it and she repeats the process. Usually I get drafted into pushing the wagon, but dad needing actual help trumped that.
He's always bragging how he has been using computers since he was in high school--but that was back when they were these big hulking monsters you fed punch cards into. Start talking to him about RAM and ROM and USB and his eyes glaze over. I'm no geek, but I took a computer course in ninth grade and since then I have started coveting faster and faster computers, more memory to store music and pictures.
We drove over to the big ComputerCo superstore in Levittown and parked. As we walked in, my heart sank. Over in the corner was Daniel Florez, wearing a dark blue polo shirt with the store's logo. "Shit," I mumbled, as I saw him make a beeline for us.
"Hi, Melissa," he said, smiling brightly.
"Hi, Daniel."
My father looked at me with one of those "where are your manners" subtexts, and I said, "This is my father. Dad, Daniel's in class with me."
"And you work here?" my father said, shaking Daniel's hand. "That's great! You can help us find a new laptop."
"Absolutely! We have some great ones with the AMD Turion II processors with 4 gigabytes of RAM and 500 gig hard drives, or if you prefer we can look at netbooks; you sacrifice some screen size in favor of portability, that is if you don't need a CD drive."
Already I could see my dad getting confused. "Can the jargon, Daniel. He needs a big screen so he can make presentations. Let's start with that."
Daniel said, "Sorry. I get excited sometimes and I tend to go into more detail than I should."
"Yeah, I've heard you in class." I pointed in the direction of the laptops. "Lead on, Macduff."
"You know that's actually 'lay on, Macduff,'
Since it was his laptop before it was mine, it wasn't like I could refuse. "Sure, Dad. Are you going to get a new one?"
"Yeah. Maybe you can come with me Saturday and help me shop."
I kept it cool, saying, "Yeah, if you want," but in my mind I was rubbing my hands together in glee. My dad is a total sweetheart when my mom isn't around; he'll buy me stuff she would never agree to. And when he saw what an outdated clunker my laptop was... well, who knows? Maybe they'd have a two-for-one sale at ComputerCo.
The next morning, I spent most of AP English thinking about what I could get my dad to buy me at ComputerCo. Not that I'm greedy or anything. But I see all the gadgets the other kids have, like bright neon-colored netbooks with designer carrying bags, adorable little smart phones that take real movies, bracelets with LED lights, USB drives shaped like M&Ms--I mean, there is just so much you can want! I hardly paid attention to anything Mrs. Ash said.
As we were leaving class, Daniel cornered me. And in a demonstration of his massive social skills, he didn't even say hello, or tell me I looked nice that morning. Instead he just said, "Who's your favorite author?"
Since we were still technically in English world, I didn't feel comfortable saying Stephenie Meyer or Richelle Mead or anybody who was still alive. So I said, "Jane Austen," because we had read Pride and Prejudice the year before and I had liked it enough to read a couple of her other books.
He just nodded. "I haven't read those. But I will."
Like, why? I wanted to ask, but the tide of students swept us on down the hall. I thought, oh my God, does Daniel Florez like me? Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
Saturday morning my mom took the Big Mistake to his first football practice of the season, and then went off to do her major grocery shop, where she basically piles all the crap in the store in a couple of wagons and loads up our cabinets. Then the Big Mistake devours it and she repeats the process. Usually I get drafted into pushing the wagon, but dad needing actual help trumped that.
He's always bragging how he has been using computers since he was in high school--but that was back when they were these big hulking monsters you fed punch cards into. Start talking to him about RAM and ROM and USB and his eyes glaze over. I'm no geek, but I took a computer course in ninth grade and since then I have started coveting faster and faster computers, more memory to store music and pictures.
We drove over to the big ComputerCo superstore in Levittown and parked. As we walked in, my heart sank. Over in the corner was Daniel Florez, wearing a dark blue polo shirt with the store's logo. "Shit," I mumbled, as I saw him make a beeline for us.
"Hi, Melissa," he said, smiling brightly.
"Hi, Daniel."
My father looked at me with one of those "where are your manners" subtexts, and I said, "This is my father. Dad, Daniel's in class with me."
"And you work here?" my father said, shaking Daniel's hand. "That's great! You can help us find a new laptop."
"Absolutely! We have some great ones with the AMD Turion II processors with 4 gigabytes of RAM and 500 gig hard drives, or if you prefer we can look at netbooks; you sacrifice some screen size in favor of portability, that is if you don't need a CD drive."
Already I could see my dad getting confused. "Can the jargon, Daniel. He needs a big screen so he can make presentations. Let's start with that."
Daniel said, "Sorry. I get excited sometimes and I tend to go into more detail than I should."
"Yeah, I've heard you in class." I pointed in the direction of the laptops. "Lead on, Macduff."
"You know that's actually 'lay on, Macduff,'
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