The Stern and Wild Ones (The Seeker Series) Read Online Free
Author: Reece Evhans
saying...I got really hot and heard a buzzing in my ears. All of a sudden I saw , I can't really describe how, but I saw her in her bathroom doing a bunch of pregnancy tests. They all came back positive. It's like I was in the bathroom with her, seeing everything she saw, almost like I was her." I clutched her arm, looking up into her face. "What does it mean? Am I just going nuts?"
"Oh, that poor girl! No, sweetie, you're not going crazy. You know the women in our family are a bit, well, different, right?" She brushed my hair back from my face.
"Well, yeah, but you and mom don't have weird episodes like this! You just touch stuff and you know what's going on with the people who own it. And mom is pretty awesome at finding stuff that's lost, but nothing like this!" The tears were back.
"Shh. Don't cry. No, we haven't been through anything like you described, but we e ach had to deal with our ‘gifts’ around the time we turned 17. That's how it happens. It sounds like your gifts may be a bit more extreme than any that have shown up in a while, that's all. We'll figure it out, don't worry."
"That's not all. Jack totally not iced! He said he felt the heat ‘emanating’ from me--his word, not mine--and he dragged me out of the classroom because he thought I was going to puke! Nice, huh?"
"Hmm," she sounded thoughtful. "It's usually a good idea to keep these gifts to ourselves, in the family, but I sense that he is very trustworthy. He's trying to impress you," she said with an arch look.
"Really? I didn't think he'd ever noticed me. Oh, Grams, I've gotta tell you: I don't really want this kind of gift."
"Ally, you can't choose these things--the gift chooses you. You just have to learn to use it to the best of your abilities. You have to be willing to be used." She was rubbing my hands between hers.
"What does it mean, Grams? Why would I get a 'vision' or whatever about some slutty girl who has gotten herself knocked up?"
"Ally, don't be mean. There is sure to be a good reason for this message to come to you. There always is. You just have to be ready to listen and act."
"Sorry, but if I have to have visions, why can't they be about something important? It's not going to be any kind of big revelation that Veronica Albluth is pregnant. Sorry to be so blunt, but..."
"Veronica Albluth? Didn't she used to live next door? You were playmates, weren't you?" At my nod she continued, "I don't know why you had that vision, sweetheart, but I have a feeling you're going to find out. You just need to be patient and wait for any more visions. I am going to do some research into our family and see if I can find a record of anyone else having this kind of gift. I have to admit that I've never heard of visions so vivid and clear," she mused.
"Grams! I don't want this! I'm already a freak! I don't need any more attention at school."
"Well, whining won't help any." And she was back. "Now scoot so I can get ready for my date! Your mom has a date, too, so I'm afraid you're on your own tonight. Don't wait up." She waggled those dang eyebrows yet again. Gross. I didn’t even want to think about it.
"That's o k. Tara's coming over later when she gets done with orchestra practice." I referred to my best friend who was a fantastic oboe player, which unfortunately meant that she had a lot of late afternoon band and orchestra practices. She was also completely beautiful: blonde with a face that was ridiculously photogenic and a tall, yet curvy figure that always got plenty of attention from the male population. Basically, she was the kind of friend that I tried never to be photographed with because my fragile self-esteem just didn’t need that kind of torture.
****
Tara showed up late, at about 7:30, but bearing a peace offering of my favorite Thai Curry Noodle Bowl with tofu so I readily forgave her. Sitting on my bed, shoveling noodles in my mouth, I related the events of the afternoon.
"Ugh! Stupid oboe! I miss all the good
"Oh, that poor girl! No, sweetie, you're not going crazy. You know the women in our family are a bit, well, different, right?" She brushed my hair back from my face.
"Well, yeah, but you and mom don't have weird episodes like this! You just touch stuff and you know what's going on with the people who own it. And mom is pretty awesome at finding stuff that's lost, but nothing like this!" The tears were back.
"Shh. Don't cry. No, we haven't been through anything like you described, but we e ach had to deal with our ‘gifts’ around the time we turned 17. That's how it happens. It sounds like your gifts may be a bit more extreme than any that have shown up in a while, that's all. We'll figure it out, don't worry."
"That's not all. Jack totally not iced! He said he felt the heat ‘emanating’ from me--his word, not mine--and he dragged me out of the classroom because he thought I was going to puke! Nice, huh?"
"Hmm," she sounded thoughtful. "It's usually a good idea to keep these gifts to ourselves, in the family, but I sense that he is very trustworthy. He's trying to impress you," she said with an arch look.
"Really? I didn't think he'd ever noticed me. Oh, Grams, I've gotta tell you: I don't really want this kind of gift."
"Ally, you can't choose these things--the gift chooses you. You just have to learn to use it to the best of your abilities. You have to be willing to be used." She was rubbing my hands between hers.
"What does it mean, Grams? Why would I get a 'vision' or whatever about some slutty girl who has gotten herself knocked up?"
"Ally, don't be mean. There is sure to be a good reason for this message to come to you. There always is. You just have to be ready to listen and act."
"Sorry, but if I have to have visions, why can't they be about something important? It's not going to be any kind of big revelation that Veronica Albluth is pregnant. Sorry to be so blunt, but..."
"Veronica Albluth? Didn't she used to live next door? You were playmates, weren't you?" At my nod she continued, "I don't know why you had that vision, sweetheart, but I have a feeling you're going to find out. You just need to be patient and wait for any more visions. I am going to do some research into our family and see if I can find a record of anyone else having this kind of gift. I have to admit that I've never heard of visions so vivid and clear," she mused.
"Grams! I don't want this! I'm already a freak! I don't need any more attention at school."
"Well, whining won't help any." And she was back. "Now scoot so I can get ready for my date! Your mom has a date, too, so I'm afraid you're on your own tonight. Don't wait up." She waggled those dang eyebrows yet again. Gross. I didn’t even want to think about it.
"That's o k. Tara's coming over later when she gets done with orchestra practice." I referred to my best friend who was a fantastic oboe player, which unfortunately meant that she had a lot of late afternoon band and orchestra practices. She was also completely beautiful: blonde with a face that was ridiculously photogenic and a tall, yet curvy figure that always got plenty of attention from the male population. Basically, she was the kind of friend that I tried never to be photographed with because my fragile self-esteem just didn’t need that kind of torture.
****
Tara showed up late, at about 7:30, but bearing a peace offering of my favorite Thai Curry Noodle Bowl with tofu so I readily forgave her. Sitting on my bed, shoveling noodles in my mouth, I related the events of the afternoon.
"Ugh! Stupid oboe! I miss all the good
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