The Death Series: A Dark Dystopian Fantasy Box Set: (Books 1-3) by Tamara Rose Blodgett Page A
Authors: Tamara Rose Blodgett
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thought, Sleep .
The screen went dark except for the green clock numbers glowing in the lower right corner.
My pulse was stuffed in my back pocket and digging into my ass. I whipped it out and pressed the pad. The pads for the pulse-cells were a lot tougher to wreck. I thought, John Terran .
Green letters appeared: Initializing.
John Terran: Hey, butt-wipe! Finally got around to pulsing. Busy with Jade? < Laughs >
Caleb: No, numb-nuts. If you must know, I just finished my PE .
John Terran: Past Event? Yeah, I figured you'd finally get your butt kicked and do homework.
Caleb: Are you ever gonna edit your name to just your first like everybody else so I don't have to see your whole name every line?
John Terran: I like it this way. It irritates everyone.
Caleb: Nice.
Caleb: I was talking with Jade, and we may do better to lasso Jonesy with doing the cemetery thing with the douche duo.
John Terran: Why?
Caleb: She knows Brett, or did, and she thinks he'd never let it go, be bent on big-time payback, baby .
John Terran: How does she know Brett? Besides, ya know Jonesy. He's got this thing buzzing around in his head like a hornet with a bull's eye.
Caleb: Yeah, I was afraid you'd say that . She and Brett were actually friends a couple of years ago. I guess his dick-headed-ness is a more recent development .
John Terran: Huh... really?
Caleb: Yeah, I guess his dad makes her dad look normal .
John Terran: No, < profanity block > !
Caleb: Yeah, no < profanity block>!
Caleb: Well, I guess, we'll just have to ratchet Jonesy down as much as possible just in case he gets outta control .
John Terran: Okay. Good luck with that.
Caleb: Yeah. Hey, where is Jonesy? I haven't heard from him .
John Terran: He got his < profanity block> busted over homework and can't pulse .
Caleb: How do you know?
John Terran: Because I pulsed him and his mom answered.
Caleb: O uch . Well that blows goats
John Terran: < laughs >Yeah.
Caleb: Okay, see ya tomorrow.
John Terran: K, see ya.
Before I could even hibernate my pulse, Mom hollered up the stairs, “Caleb! Bed!”
“K!” I yelled back.
I tore off my clothes, making a tight ball and went for the three point shot into the hamper. I flopped on my bed and grabbed my book. I liked to read before I fell asleep—not the chump stuff the school assigned but cool authors, like Stephen King.
CHAPTER 12
I lifted my face off the pillow, which contained the Lake Erie of drool. Gross! I did an abbreviated push-up and hopped out of bed, swaying a little as the blood rushed to my head.
I glanced at the alarm and smacked it just before it blared. I couldn't believe I had gotten up before the alarm. I leaned over the laundry hamper and looked in at last night's clothes. I grunted. Jade would certainly notice if I wore the same thing two days in a row. Girl fashion radar.
Dejected, I stalked out of the room, wearing nothing but boxers. I thudded down the stairs. Mom was leaning against the counter and holding a steaming cup of java.
“Hey now, you look a little rough.” She smiled.
That was rich coming from her, Miss Queen-o'-Beauty in the mornings. I threw her a sullen look and made my unsteady way to the laundry room.
Mom followed.
“Caleb, don't go back there and start foraging for clean clothes. If you'd actually wash some, this would not be an issue.”
I ignored that and plowed forward. There, in a dim little corner, were all the mismatched clothes. I rifled through the pile and pulled out a vintage AC/DC T-shirt littered with holes along the bottom—a theme with my shirts—and yanked it over my head.
Mom put out her hand. “Maybe a shower would liven you up.”
I scowled, then a vision of Jade popped into my head. She always smelled like a vanilla bean, and I smelled like I woke up in a pool of drool. I grabbed some mismatched socks and the last pair of boxer briefs then took off for the bathroom.
I took an extra-long time in the shower and even
The screen went dark except for the green clock numbers glowing in the lower right corner.
My pulse was stuffed in my back pocket and digging into my ass. I whipped it out and pressed the pad. The pads for the pulse-cells were a lot tougher to wreck. I thought, John Terran .
Green letters appeared: Initializing.
John Terran: Hey, butt-wipe! Finally got around to pulsing. Busy with Jade? < Laughs >
Caleb: No, numb-nuts. If you must know, I just finished my PE .
John Terran: Past Event? Yeah, I figured you'd finally get your butt kicked and do homework.
Caleb: Are you ever gonna edit your name to just your first like everybody else so I don't have to see your whole name every line?
John Terran: I like it this way. It irritates everyone.
Caleb: Nice.
Caleb: I was talking with Jade, and we may do better to lasso Jonesy with doing the cemetery thing with the douche duo.
John Terran: Why?
Caleb: She knows Brett, or did, and she thinks he'd never let it go, be bent on big-time payback, baby .
John Terran: How does she know Brett? Besides, ya know Jonesy. He's got this thing buzzing around in his head like a hornet with a bull's eye.
Caleb: Yeah, I was afraid you'd say that . She and Brett were actually friends a couple of years ago. I guess his dick-headed-ness is a more recent development .
John Terran: Huh... really?
Caleb: Yeah, I guess his dad makes her dad look normal .
John Terran: No, < profanity block > !
Caleb: Yeah, no < profanity block>!
Caleb: Well, I guess, we'll just have to ratchet Jonesy down as much as possible just in case he gets outta control .
John Terran: Okay. Good luck with that.
Caleb: Yeah. Hey, where is Jonesy? I haven't heard from him .
John Terran: He got his < profanity block> busted over homework and can't pulse .
Caleb: How do you know?
John Terran: Because I pulsed him and his mom answered.
Caleb: O uch . Well that blows goats
John Terran: < laughs >Yeah.
Caleb: Okay, see ya tomorrow.
John Terran: K, see ya.
Before I could even hibernate my pulse, Mom hollered up the stairs, “Caleb! Bed!”
“K!” I yelled back.
I tore off my clothes, making a tight ball and went for the three point shot into the hamper. I flopped on my bed and grabbed my book. I liked to read before I fell asleep—not the chump stuff the school assigned but cool authors, like Stephen King.
CHAPTER 12
I lifted my face off the pillow, which contained the Lake Erie of drool. Gross! I did an abbreviated push-up and hopped out of bed, swaying a little as the blood rushed to my head.
I glanced at the alarm and smacked it just before it blared. I couldn't believe I had gotten up before the alarm. I leaned over the laundry hamper and looked in at last night's clothes. I grunted. Jade would certainly notice if I wore the same thing two days in a row. Girl fashion radar.
Dejected, I stalked out of the room, wearing nothing but boxers. I thudded down the stairs. Mom was leaning against the counter and holding a steaming cup of java.
“Hey now, you look a little rough.” She smiled.
That was rich coming from her, Miss Queen-o'-Beauty in the mornings. I threw her a sullen look and made my unsteady way to the laundry room.
Mom followed.
“Caleb, don't go back there and start foraging for clean clothes. If you'd actually wash some, this would not be an issue.”
I ignored that and plowed forward. There, in a dim little corner, were all the mismatched clothes. I rifled through the pile and pulled out a vintage AC/DC T-shirt littered with holes along the bottom—a theme with my shirts—and yanked it over my head.
Mom put out her hand. “Maybe a shower would liven you up.”
I scowled, then a vision of Jade popped into my head. She always smelled like a vanilla bean, and I smelled like I woke up in a pool of drool. I grabbed some mismatched socks and the last pair of boxer briefs then took off for the bathroom.
I took an extra-long time in the shower and even
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