Haunted by Melinda Metz - Fingerprints - 2

Author:Melinda Metz - Fingerprints - 2 [2, Melinda Metz - Fingerprints -]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Young Adult, Science Fiction
Goodreads: 553527
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2001-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Anthony checked the clock, always a big mistake at school. English still had another twenty minutes to go. And there were hours and hours before gym, the only class that didn’t make him want to puke. Wonderful.

He noticed a few people flipping the page in the ancient People magazine they were reading-Ms.

Goyer, the teacher, had decided that they needed more interesting reading material-so he flipped the page, too. For a couple of minutes he actually listened to Phil Amagast read aloud about the latest Hollywood supercouple breakup. That was about as much as he could take because not only did Amagast read incredibly slowly, like all the Bluebirds, he had allergies or something and he kept sucking snot back into his nose. Plus was Anthony actually supposed to care that some big-shot actor and his plastic wife had split up a while ago? The magazines were so old, everyone already knew what had happened, anyway.

Amagast paused to pull in what sounded like a truckload of snot, then he went on-word, wet sniffle, word, um, um, word, wipe nose on sleeve, word, uh, um, word…

A craving came over Anthony, like hunger, like thirst, like the need to piss first thing in the morning.

He wanted a doobie. He could almost taste it, the thick smoke in his lungs, the world becoming just a little bit nicer.

He glanced at the clock again. Only three minutes had passed. Get a bathroom pass, he told himself. Mike or Gregg might be in the can. Or at least somebody who could give him a toke. He didn’t need a lot. Just enough to take the edge off… so blood wouldn’t come gushing out of his ears after his brain imploded, which was sort of what it felt like was happening. Anthony started to raise his hand, then lowered it and gripped the side of his desk until his fingers ached. If he let himself get a little buzz to get through the day today, then he’d be back to getting high all the time. And that was not the best way of getting out of this friggin’ place for good. He wanted to graduate, and he was barely making it through his Bluebird classes pot free.

In that book Rae was talking about, was there really a way that Stop, he told himself. Remember fourth grade – getting on the moron bus, going to that place where all everyone wanted to do was help little Tony?

Freaks couldn’t even get his name right. And the crap they made him do-it just made him feel even stupider.

And then there was the seventh grade. Mr. Leary.

Discipline means a disciplined mind. He couldn’t breathe in that guy’s room without getting the dictionary treatment-standing in front of the class, arms out, with a massive dictionary balanced on each palm until his muscles quivered, until he had to drop the books no matter what Leary said. Friggin’ Leary.

Anthony’s skin started to get hot. Hot and itchy.

He could feel each spot where a hair connected to his skin.

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