Super Nobody (Alphas and Omegas Book 1) by Brent Meske Page A
Authors: Brent Meske
Tags: series, COmic, Superhero, alphas, Stone, super, rajasthan, ginger, alpha and omega, lincolnshire, michael washington, kravens, mckorsky, shadwell, terrence jackson
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were twenty minutes late for second period. Michael
didn't mind. But what he did have trouble with was why Jared had
come in, tripped on his shoelaces right in front of Michael, and
then disappeared without a trace. Michael didn't bother with where
the carrot-headed kid was. He was probably on the run out to New
Mexico or something. Anywhere but the prison they'd put him in.
He thought it was weird until he opened his
bag to get out his math books and found a piece of paper stuffed
inside.
“What the...” he said.
Open me after school, it said.
He did. It was a long and confusing day.
Charlotte didn't show up again, but Jared did. Michael’s worry
about Charlotte was tinted with questions about Jared’s situation.
Was he locked up someplace? Could he just put his hand out of the
bars and make a new copy to go out and deliver the message? And
once he started wondering what was in the message, he couldn't get
that out of his head either.
Maybe Jared was in contact with Trent. Maybe
Jared knew about what Michael had done to Trent, and thought
Michael could help. Maybe Jared didn't have any friends and wanted
someone to talk to. However he'd gotten out, he should have just
run away. Far away.
Michael tried to get through the day,
imagining what Jared would do to keep himself company if he ran
away. Playing chess against yourself had to be a pretty dull way to
pass the time. He could play video games, but he would always
win.
When the day finally ended, Michael didn't
think he'd learned a single thing. He had a million questions for
Jared McClaren and wherever they'd put him. He tore out of school,
went to the bike rack, and realized he hadn't been bringing his
bike to school for ages. It was another example of how strange
everything had gotten.
He tore the note out of his bag and checked
to see nobody was around. He didn't know why, maybe it was all the
extra security at the school, but this was a secret note and he
didn't want anybody reading over his shoulder.
“What...” he asked. The end of the note was
signed Charlotte.
Hi Michael,
I'm really sorry I couldn't come 2 school the
last 3 days. Actually I can't come anymore. Anyway don't worry
about me. Just spin one of the old CDs I was telling you about. You
should play track 6 on the Janis Joplin album. Or if you want, song
#2 by Blur is another you would probably like. Or maybe 4
Non-Blondes. Maybe not.
My mom says keep your nose clean. And the
twins are their normal boring selves.
Take care, and here's a hug for you,
-Charlotte
“Weird,” he said to no one, as he finished
the letter.
He tried to figure out just what she was
talking about in the letter. She hadn't explained much of anything.
All she'd done is not exactly be herself. Sure she was weird, but
she'd never written him an e-mail or a letter with the word 'to'
written in a number instead. Plus, the twins were never their
'boring' selves. It was like they'd lived through another adventure
every day Charlotte talked about them.
Maybe it was a code. Michael's heart was
suddenly racing. There didn't seem to be enough of a note for much
of a code, but still. She was probably trying to tell him
something. The numbers had to be the key.
If he put the 2, 3, 6, 2 and 4
together...
“Not long enough to be a phone number,” he
said. She could have made up an e-mail address, but she didn't put
down any sort of site name. He puzzled over it on his paper route,
thinking out loud while enjoying the brisk November weather. He
hadn't realized just how miserable he'd been without any Charlotte
in his life. There wasn't enough radical shifting in music with the
regular kids, not that they talked to him, but he could still hear
their music playing from their mini boomboxes. It was the same
broken factory being blown to smithereens with someone shouting, or
the softcore rap some of them were into. He wanted to hear about
the music that had changed history, and see the clothes people wore
way back when. He
didn't mind. But what he did have trouble with was why Jared had
come in, tripped on his shoelaces right in front of Michael, and
then disappeared without a trace. Michael didn't bother with where
the carrot-headed kid was. He was probably on the run out to New
Mexico or something. Anywhere but the prison they'd put him in.
He thought it was weird until he opened his
bag to get out his math books and found a piece of paper stuffed
inside.
“What the...” he said.
Open me after school, it said.
He did. It was a long and confusing day.
Charlotte didn't show up again, but Jared did. Michael’s worry
about Charlotte was tinted with questions about Jared’s situation.
Was he locked up someplace? Could he just put his hand out of the
bars and make a new copy to go out and deliver the message? And
once he started wondering what was in the message, he couldn't get
that out of his head either.
Maybe Jared was in contact with Trent. Maybe
Jared knew about what Michael had done to Trent, and thought
Michael could help. Maybe Jared didn't have any friends and wanted
someone to talk to. However he'd gotten out, he should have just
run away. Far away.
Michael tried to get through the day,
imagining what Jared would do to keep himself company if he ran
away. Playing chess against yourself had to be a pretty dull way to
pass the time. He could play video games, but he would always
win.
When the day finally ended, Michael didn't
think he'd learned a single thing. He had a million questions for
Jared McClaren and wherever they'd put him. He tore out of school,
went to the bike rack, and realized he hadn't been bringing his
bike to school for ages. It was another example of how strange
everything had gotten.
He tore the note out of his bag and checked
to see nobody was around. He didn't know why, maybe it was all the
extra security at the school, but this was a secret note and he
didn't want anybody reading over his shoulder.
“What...” he asked. The end of the note was
signed Charlotte.
Hi Michael,
I'm really sorry I couldn't come 2 school the
last 3 days. Actually I can't come anymore. Anyway don't worry
about me. Just spin one of the old CDs I was telling you about. You
should play track 6 on the Janis Joplin album. Or if you want, song
#2 by Blur is another you would probably like. Or maybe 4
Non-Blondes. Maybe not.
My mom says keep your nose clean. And the
twins are their normal boring selves.
Take care, and here's a hug for you,
-Charlotte
“Weird,” he said to no one, as he finished
the letter.
He tried to figure out just what she was
talking about in the letter. She hadn't explained much of anything.
All she'd done is not exactly be herself. Sure she was weird, but
she'd never written him an e-mail or a letter with the word 'to'
written in a number instead. Plus, the twins were never their
'boring' selves. It was like they'd lived through another adventure
every day Charlotte talked about them.
Maybe it was a code. Michael's heart was
suddenly racing. There didn't seem to be enough of a note for much
of a code, but still. She was probably trying to tell him
something. The numbers had to be the key.
If he put the 2, 3, 6, 2 and 4
together...
“Not long enough to be a phone number,” he
said. She could have made up an e-mail address, but she didn't put
down any sort of site name. He puzzled over it on his paper route,
thinking out loud while enjoying the brisk November weather. He
hadn't realized just how miserable he'd been without any Charlotte
in his life. There wasn't enough radical shifting in music with the
regular kids, not that they talked to him, but he could still hear
their music playing from their mini boomboxes. It was the same
broken factory being blown to smithereens with someone shouting, or
the softcore rap some of them were into. He wanted to hear about
the music that had changed history, and see the clothes people wore
way back when. He
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