Liar by Francine Pascal

Author:Francine Pascal [Pascal, Francine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Juvenile Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Social Issues, Media Tie-In, Adolescence
ISBN: 9780671039516
Google: FRic6Ssbo2cC
Amazon: 0671039512
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2000-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

nightmare

She felt like she was outside herself. Completely detached. No longer in control. Somebody else was pulling the strings.

Dirty Bathwater

FIRST THING IN THE MORNING, GAIA usually liked to sneak downstairs and stuff her face with some kind of sugar-coated cereal. Froot Loops were her personal favorite. She would pour a bowl and whorf it down before Ella and George had a chance to wake up, then she would split for school. And if Ella and George happened to be up already, then Gaia would just have to walk straight out the door--and head to the nearest bodega for a rapid infusion of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

Weekends were a little trickier.

She never knew what to expect. Sometimes Gaia would walk into the kitchen and find George there, hunched over the newspaper. Then she'd have to engage in actual conversation. Sometimes (very infrequently, thank God) George and Ella would make a lame attempt at a "family breakfast"--and Gaia would find herself subjected to French toast in the presence of the Nivens.

To put it bluntly, weekend mornings were a gamble.

But today Gaia was determined to avoid any contact with her foster parents. She'd set her alarm for seven o'clock, and--despite the struggle involved with forcing herself out of bed--she'd managed to get

dressed by seven-twelve. She was on a mission. She was going to walk straight to Sam Moon's dorm room and find out what the hell had happened last night.

Yes. She was going to shake him out of bed and demand an answer to the following questions: (1) Why did he carry her home and drop her on the front stoop without any explanation? (2) Did he, in fact, carry her home and drop her on the front stoop without any explanation? (3) Why did he invite her out in the first place?

Sam owes me an explanation, she thought, tiptoeing down the stairs past Ella and George's room. Damn straight. At the very least he owed her an apology. She dashed down the last flight of stairs and yanked her coat from the closet, slamming the door behind her before she'd even pulled it on.

"Brrr," she muttered out loud.

It was another wintry day--clear and brisk. She quickly bundled up and headed toward the park, pulling her cap over her unkempt hair. But in spite of the freezing weather Gaia felt a strange optimism. A sense of control. She was finally going to get some answers. Besides, it was easy to feel in control when the streets were so quiet and deserted. Nothing unexpected could happen. Sam would be in his room, asleep. Just like everyone else.

She turned onto West Fourth Street and picked up her pace, jogging to keep warm. It was amazing

how peaceful the park looked early on a Saturday morning. The trees and benches were bathed in the soft, golden glow of the dawn. And there were no freaks, no druggies ... not even any homeless people. Only health nuts, in fact--people who were running or practicing t'ai chi. It was too cold for anyone else.

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