Death, Doom, and Detention by Darynda Jones

Author:Darynda Jones
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2013-03-04T22:00:00+00:00

ISAAC’S ARTWORK

As Brooklyn and I entered our sixth-hour History class and took our seats near the front, Brooke riffled through her bag and brought out the photo wallet.

“This is my chance,” I whispered to her.

She looked up from what she was doing. “What chance?” I nodded to the back of the room and she glanced over at Isaac Johnson. “Oh,” she whispered back, “right.” She continued to thumb through her photo book until she came to one that would apparently work for whatever torturous plan she’d schemed up. “So, how are you going to do it?”

I was busy trying to get a good look at the photo, knowing what she was about to ask me. “I’ll just touch it like usual.”

“No, Isaac.” She leaned closer. “How are you going to get close enough to him to try to get a vision?”

He sat in the back of the room, surrounded by friends. Several football players were in History with us. Normally they were horsing around and taunting one another into this or that. But today, utter silence. Joss Duffy sat slumped in his desk, staring at his hands. Cruz de los Santos was playing with a string on his letter jacket. And Isaac Johnson, Sydnee’s boyfriend, sat huddled over his desk, shielding his face with his massive arms. He was huge. He’d made the varsity football team his freshman year and was now the star defensive lineman. Talks of scholarships had already made the rounds, but I’d heard he wanted to go into the military like his dad.

He was such a nice guy. Polite. Gracious. So when he lifted his head and locked gazes with mine, a grimace I couldn’t quite decipher hardening his features, I had to admit I was taken aback.

“I don’t know yet,” I answered Brooke. “I’m not sure I want to get close enough to touch him. He seems testy today.”

She turned back, but he’d inclined his head again and went back to doing whatever it was he was doing. “Well, try this first. I want you to work on expanding your vision. See if you can go further back in time, see more of the scene before the shot was taken.”

Mr. Gonzales walked in, so she quickly handed me the photo, then stuffed her bag under her desk.

I turned to face front and center. For some reason, Mr. Gonzales didn’t like it when I sat with my back to him and talked to Brooklyn during class. Weird.

He plopped some freshly printed papers on his desk. “I’ll give the first person who guesses correctly what we’re doing today ten extra credit points on the pop quiz.” He winked, letting us in on the clue.

While most of the kids sank in their desks, Brooklyn raised her hand with the enthusiasm of a cheerleader on X. I looked back and grinned. She was such a nerd.

“Are we having a pop quiz?” she asked, a disturbingly happy smile on her face.

He pointed to her like a game show host. “Bingo! Ten points to Miss Prather.

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