Dream a Little Dream (The Silver Trilogy) (F) by Kerstin Gier Page A
Authors: Kerstin Gier
Ads: Link
their observation posts and strolled closer too.
“Hi. You must be Grayson’s new little sister. Liv, is that right?”
I nodded. My God, Secrecy was right, he really was the best-looking boy in the Western Hemisphere. Those angelic golden curls! They’d have made any other boy look like a girl, but they suited him perfectly. In daylight he didn’t look at all uncanny, more the opposite. My short-term memory made the information I’d just picked up from the Tittle-Tattle blog into a kind of Wanted poster up beside his head before my mind’s eyes.
ARTHUR HAMILTON, AGE 18. Captain of the basketball team. In a (long-distance) relationship with Anabel Scott. Favorite subjects: sports and math. Favorite color: blue. Cautioned by the police for violent behavior last winter. Father: managing director of a large advertising agency. Family has their own private cinema at home.
“So how do you like it at Frognal?”
“Seems to be very … interesting here,” I said.
“She’s just discovered the Tittle-Tattle blog,” said Grayson.
Arthur laughed. “Yes, interesting is the right word.” He exchanged a brief glance with Henry, who was leaning against some bookshelves with his arms folded again. It seemed to be his favorite position. I’d gleaned a large amount of information about him, too, by now:
HENRY HARPER, AGE 17. Forward with the Frognal Flames. Son of a prominent London businessman on his third marriage. Will have to share his inheritance with a whole crowd of siblings and half siblings—that’s if there’s any of it left, because last winter his father fell in love again, with a Bulgarian lingerie model / call girl who he hopes will be wife number four. Candidate for a scholarship to St. Andrew’s. At present unattached. Attractive gray eyes, and always has a kind of funny look.
I quickly looked away and pretended I had to search for something in my files. When Henry looked at me, I always felt as if he could read my thoughts.
“Do you like basketball, Liv?” asked Arthur. “We’re having a little party at my house on Saturday evening to celebrate the start of the season—it’d be good if Grayson brought you with him. Then you could meet a few people. And we have a little pool, so bring a bikini if you’d like to swim.”
I blinked suspiciously. Was he serious? I mean, he’d only that moment met me.
“How about it—will you come?”
On the other hand, why wouldn’t people simply be nice? What’s more, I’d be fascinated to see his family’s private cinema. “If Grayson will take me, then I’d like to,” I said.
“Of course we’ll have to ask your mother first,” said Grayson, joining the conversation. Turning to his friend, he went on, “She’s rather strict about Liv not staying out late.”
What on earth did he mean? Mom wasn’t at all strict—quite the opposite. She was always telling me the things she’d done when she was my age. Even in Pretoria, which wasn’t the safest place in the world, I’d been allowed to stay out as long as I liked on the weekend. Luckily for her, I’d never wanted to stay out very long.
“Er, yes,” I said, with an inquiring look at Grayson. Why did he make a claim like that? “My mom is extremely … strict.”
“Well, I think that’s a good thing,” said Jasper. “For girls.”
Before anyone could find out exactly what he meant by that, the bell rang for the beginning of the next class.
“It’s only a harmless little party,” said Arthur as I put my things together and got to my feet. “I’m sure your mother won’t object.”
No, far from it. She’d be over the moon to think I was making friends so quickly. And with the most popular clique in the whole school. That was really something else—and so much better than getting my head dunked in the toilet.
“And you’d have your new, responsible big brother looking after you on the way,” said Henry.
“I can look after myself, thanks,” I said.
“Yes, right!”
“Hi. You must be Grayson’s new little sister. Liv, is that right?”
I nodded. My God, Secrecy was right, he really was the best-looking boy in the Western Hemisphere. Those angelic golden curls! They’d have made any other boy look like a girl, but they suited him perfectly. In daylight he didn’t look at all uncanny, more the opposite. My short-term memory made the information I’d just picked up from the Tittle-Tattle blog into a kind of Wanted poster up beside his head before my mind’s eyes.
ARTHUR HAMILTON, AGE 18. Captain of the basketball team. In a (long-distance) relationship with Anabel Scott. Favorite subjects: sports and math. Favorite color: blue. Cautioned by the police for violent behavior last winter. Father: managing director of a large advertising agency. Family has their own private cinema at home.
“So how do you like it at Frognal?”
“Seems to be very … interesting here,” I said.
“She’s just discovered the Tittle-Tattle blog,” said Grayson.
Arthur laughed. “Yes, interesting is the right word.” He exchanged a brief glance with Henry, who was leaning against some bookshelves with his arms folded again. It seemed to be his favorite position. I’d gleaned a large amount of information about him, too, by now:
HENRY HARPER, AGE 17. Forward with the Frognal Flames. Son of a prominent London businessman on his third marriage. Will have to share his inheritance with a whole crowd of siblings and half siblings—that’s if there’s any of it left, because last winter his father fell in love again, with a Bulgarian lingerie model / call girl who he hopes will be wife number four. Candidate for a scholarship to St. Andrew’s. At present unattached. Attractive gray eyes, and always has a kind of funny look.
I quickly looked away and pretended I had to search for something in my files. When Henry looked at me, I always felt as if he could read my thoughts.
“Do you like basketball, Liv?” asked Arthur. “We’re having a little party at my house on Saturday evening to celebrate the start of the season—it’d be good if Grayson brought you with him. Then you could meet a few people. And we have a little pool, so bring a bikini if you’d like to swim.”
I blinked suspiciously. Was he serious? I mean, he’d only that moment met me.
“How about it—will you come?”
On the other hand, why wouldn’t people simply be nice? What’s more, I’d be fascinated to see his family’s private cinema. “If Grayson will take me, then I’d like to,” I said.
“Of course we’ll have to ask your mother first,” said Grayson, joining the conversation. Turning to his friend, he went on, “She’s rather strict about Liv not staying out late.”
What on earth did he mean? Mom wasn’t at all strict—quite the opposite. She was always telling me the things she’d done when she was my age. Even in Pretoria, which wasn’t the safest place in the world, I’d been allowed to stay out as long as I liked on the weekend. Luckily for her, I’d never wanted to stay out very long.
“Er, yes,” I said, with an inquiring look at Grayson. Why did he make a claim like that? “My mom is extremely … strict.”
“Well, I think that’s a good thing,” said Jasper. “For girls.”
Before anyone could find out exactly what he meant by that, the bell rang for the beginning of the next class.
“It’s only a harmless little party,” said Arthur as I put my things together and got to my feet. “I’m sure your mother won’t object.”
No, far from it. She’d be over the moon to think I was making friends so quickly. And with the most popular clique in the whole school. That was really something else—and so much better than getting my head dunked in the toilet.
“And you’d have your new, responsible big brother looking after you on the way,” said Henry.
“I can look after myself, thanks,” I said.
“Yes, right!”
Similar Books
