Death's Academy by Bast Michael

Author:Bast, Michael [Bast, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cedar Fort, Inc.
Published: 2014-01-13T00:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

I yawn so wide I feel like an anaconda swallowing a giant turtle shell. I rub my jaw and slap my face a couple of times. I rub my watering eyes and peer over to the digital display on the clock. 9:47 p.m.

“It’s got to be later than that!”

I’ve been flipping back and forth between the shorty channels and the Hoodie Network all day. I don’t know what has been the low point today, watching reruns of “Pimp My Crypt” or actually sitting through three episodes of “Death Comes Gently,” a soap opera designed for people just like my mom.

I flip the channel to a shorty station, and a football game pops on. I yawn again. What a joke. Those shorties think they’re so tough wearing their cute little helmets and pads. If any of those guys got onto the field during a professional skull ball game, they would soil their skintight pants and run home to their mamas.

I flip the channel back to the Hoodie Network and static fills the screen. I flip to another channel on the network, but it’s the same story.

“You gotta be kidding me,” I say and pull myself from the couch. I walk over to the TV and give it a couple of shakes, but nothing.

“Figures.”

My dad probably forgot to pay the bill, and we got shut off. I jab the remote at the TV a couple more times, but all I get are the shorty stations coming through. Boring!

My stomach grumbles. I’m hungry. I make my way into the kitchen and throw open the refrigerator door. There’s a ton of food, but nothing looks good.

“I wonder what kind of gross dinners my mom freeze-dried,” I say, walking into the pantry. There are twenty plastic bags lying across one of the shelves. Each one of them is labeled with “lunch” or “dinner” and a day. I grab one of them to examine the contents when I notice an envelope flutter to the ground.

I swipe it off the floor and see my name scratched across the front in my dad’s handwriting. It suddenly dawns on me that this is what he had been talking about earlier. This is what he left me!

My heart starts to thunder in my chest. I rip the envelope open and slide the paper out. It’s folded into thirds. I glide my fingers across it, almost afraid of what’s inside. I bet it’s the explanation of the Queen Suzanne incident. I bet it’s the in-depth account of how it wasn’t really his fault. Maybe it’s even a quest. Maybe my dad needs me to solve the mystery of what really happened on the Queen Suzanne, and it’s up to me to find the proof that it wasn’t his fault.

I gently open the letter and peer at the handwritten words.

Dear Night,

I know it’s hard to be the only one that believes your story. It is one of the loneliest feelings in the world. Remember your mom and I will always love you. Be good this week.

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