Life, A.D. by Michelle E. Reed

Author:Michelle E. Reed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: young adult paranormal, young adult, teen, fantasy, paranormal, death, hell, purgatory, demons, angels
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC
Published: 2013-10-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

I hear the hollow thunk of a message arriving via pneumatic tube as I walk in the door to our suite. “You’ve got mail,” I say, echoing my dad’s favorite quote. Ugh, the nineties called and they want their catchphrase back.

I tear into the envelope, which bears my name.

Hey kiddo,

Come see me ASAP. A little birdie tells me you’re up to no good.

—Crosby

Up to no good? Whatever.

With an unimpressed “pfft,” I throw his note down on the table and head for my closet. I may not be able to go shopping with my mom anymore, but there are racks and racks of retail therapy in here. With as many outfits as they’ve given me, I’d be crazy not to change clothes a few times a day.

The door opens and shuts. I hear Hannah shuffling through the growing pile of messages on the table.

“Uh-oh. You heading down to see Crosby?” she asks.

“Nope.”

“You sure about that? Crosby’s not a fan of being ignored.”

“Whatever it is will have to wait. I don’t think I can take one more second of rules, regulations, and being ordered around. Besides, I’m busy.”

She walks over and peeks in the closet. “With what?”

“For starters, I’ve been trying to come up with a way to convince Bobby this place is real.”

“Good luck with that,” she scoffs. “Do you even believe it’s real?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Apparently so. Look at Bobby.”

“Well, he’s both of the reasons I’m busy.”

She gives me an intrigued look. “What else is going on?”

“We’re going for a walk tonight, but that’s all I know. Not sure what he has planned.” I grab an armload of clothes and brush by Hannah, who is taking up most of the closet’s narrow doorway. I sling the hangers over one arm and use my free hand to toss the outfits onto my bed to get a better look.

“Are you crazy? Franklin’s going to—”

“To what? Make me more dead? Bobby’s been getting away with whatever he wants for years. I think I’ll be okay for one night. Besides, he has a plan. Franklin won’t even know we’re gone.”

“Sneaking off with Bobby, huh? You sure are a hit with the boys around here.”

I drop the two outfits I’m comparing. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

She folds her arms across her chest. “Some people might see it like you’ve got Charlie interested, and now you’re stringing Bobby along.”

Ignoring her jab, I turn back to the clothes. I discard the outfits I don’t like—which is all of them—on the floor.

Hannah looks down at the growing pile. “You’re just going to leave those there?”

“Relax. I’ll put them away when I’m done.”

“You really think it’s a great idea to sneak off to god knows where with Bobby in the mood you’re in?”

“We’re only going for a walk. I’m pretty sure it’ll be okay.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She walks away, heading for the door. “Have fun,” she calls as she slams the door behind her, leaving me alone with my heap of clothes.

“Well, I was going to pick you up.

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