Riser (Teen Horror/Science Fiction) (Book #1 in The Riser Saga) ((Volume 1)) Read Online Free Page A

and everyone knew I lived in the trailer park before I even arrived on campus. That put me in the below filth category on everyone’s radar though no one would openly admit this for fear of looking like the prejudiced jerks they were. I knew they’d come up with a “real” reason for hating me later, but as for the moment of my arrival, it would just be an unsaid loathing toward me. Nancy did the usual: rolled her gorgeous blue eyes and flipped her long locks of blonde hair, in annoyance of my presence, audibly grunting exasperation, all for the pleasure of the rest of the class. Just another perfectly beautiful mean girl. When the teacher handed out the dead frogs we were supposed to cut up, her face turned greener than their corpses. For me it was a room full of black swirling holes.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Nancy tried to ignore the fact that I even spoke to her, but after a few moments she shook her head. “I don’t think I can do it.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid if I said anything she’d guffaw and tell me to shut up anyway, but as rude as she was to me, I could still see how much the frogs were upsetting her.
Then she spoke. Her voice barely audible, her face growing paler by the second, “I had a pet frog that just died… Jimmy.”
She said it with such emotion and heartache, all my feelings of annoyance toward her melted away.
“I don’t think I can cut into him.” Even though her voice was a whisper her eyes were screaming with panic and anguish.
That was when I decided to use my gift. There was no way I could let this poor girl cut into what she saw as her pet.
“We won’t be cutting anything today,” I said and I popped every single frog back into existence.
It was pure and utter chaos. There were jumping frogs everywhere: on the desks, on the students, on the stools, on the floor. Screams and laughter mixed together like a symphony of bedlam. The teacher tried to wrangle the frogs into the garbage receptor, but since I controlled the frogs, that didn’t happen.
“Open the windows,” I said very calmly to Nancy, whose expression had done a complete turn around. There were tears of joy streaming down her face: joy and relief. Whether she knew exactly what I was doing or not, she didn’t say, but she knew I was somehow responsible and she nodded and walked to the windows, opening them wide.
I made the frogs jump and whiz toward the windows like moths to a flame and within seconds they were gone. All that was left was a very excited and amped up Biology class. Nancy sat down next to me, wonder in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything.
“Calm down, okay, calm down, get in your seats.” The biology teacher tried to bring some semblance of order back to the room. “We won’t be dividing into lab partners today, obviously… I need to sit for a second.” The teacher had finally grasped what just happened and he couldn’t seem to keep it together. After he sat he said, “You can sit in your regularly assigned seats if you like. Just read chapters four and five, I’ll be right back.” He got up and left the classroom without another word.
The room broke out into chatter and laughter at what just happened. Jill Forester waltzed over to Nancy and said in the most condescending and superior voice she could, “You don’t have to sit next to that anymore, Nancy. Come over and sit with Joan and me.”
I waited for the inevitable rejection from Nancy. I expected it and I honestly wouldn’t have been offended. Social ladders in high school are tricky things. If you get knocked down a few rungs, it’s really difficult to climb back up, and being friends with me would probably knock her off the ladder completely.
But Nancy didn’t even flinch, didn’t even hesitate, she just turned to Jill and said in a cheerful voice, “No thanks.” Then without another word of acknowledgement to Jill she turned to me with a smile, “What are you doing after school?”
Jill was in shock,