The Grave Winner by Lindsey Loucks

Author:Lindsey Loucks [Loucks, Lindsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Horror
Publisher: TeZLA Publishing
Published: 2015-09-14T22:00:00+00:00

Megan’s seek-and-destroy eye missiles had shrunk into AK-47 bullets. Lily still stood between us in the lunch line, our own waif WWIII preventer, and fiddled with her pink lily. I was too lost in thought to pay much attention to either of them.

Death at fifteen would suck. There was tons of stuff I wanted to do, like go to college and slam dance at a punk concert, but I’d chosen my path. One and Two probably wouldn’t let me change my mind. If I could talk to Tram, maybe he could help me find a way out without risking Darby’s life, too. But where the hell was he?

The lunch lady handed me a tray with a styrofoam bowl of hamburger soup and some wilted lettuce on the side. Just as I turned the corner toward the library, Callum and Mr. Mallory rounded another corner and headed straight for me through the empty hallway. Mr. Mallory had kicked the swarm of reporters outside since end-of-the-year finals were coming.

My heart twirled, even with my grim decision hanging over my head like a gleaming meat cleaver. How could he still have this effect on me? He’d weakened me by pretending he cared. A swell of anger warred with my dancing insides, leaving me confused and breathless as he came closer.

He must’ve seen me because he straightened his shoulders. A slow smile spread across his mouth, and his eyes sparkled with warmth.

A blush heated my skin while he and Mr. Mallory swept past. I didn’t know why, but I looked back at him. He waved, his grin bigger than ever.

I hurried into the library, unable to face his warmth any longer. A sudden realization knocked the breath from my lungs. My death might kill him.

Thoughts wrapped around my brain so tightly, I barely heard the buzz of conversation mixed with the loud hum of ancient computers. Ms. Hansen whispered and gestured wildly, the ends of her hair nowhere near her mouth. Mrs. Rios stood in front of her, palms out as if to push Ms. Hansen’s excitement away.

“I’ve never trusted her. If we can just find proof that she’s…or find where they all gather, maybe this can be stopped,” Ms. Hansen said.

“It’s too late for that.” Mrs. Rios shook her head and chewed her lip. “I think the best thing to do...”

I stepped toward Jo, not wanting to eavesdrop. She sat at our table under the mohawk poster, arranging her wilted lettuce around her fingers to make little green skirts. But one whispered word from Ms. Hansen froze my foot in midair. Trammeler. I blinked, wondering if I was hearing things again, and stared at the two women.

“What did you say?” I asked.

Both turned and looked at me.

Concern darkened Mrs. Rios’s face. “Are you sure you’re okay, Leigh?”

“I’m fine.” She’d asked me the same question in Spanish class. “But, Ms. Hansen, did you say Trammeler?”

The thought of her knowing about magical creatures and Trammelers spun my mind into a tornado. How could she know?

Mrs. Rios brushed by me and flashed me a quick smile.

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