
It's summer, 2011, and for four and a half years, all Blue has been looking for is a normal life after losing her family in a suspicious fire. But what is normal for a fourteen-year-old that can hear what no one else can? And what should she do when she hears something that presents a tantalizing opportunity to avenge her family? With an unexpected new friend and ally, she comes up with a slam-dunk plan. All she has to do is risk everything, including both of their lives.
It's summer, 2011, and for four and a half years, all Blue has been looking for is a normal life after losing her family in a suspicious fire. But what is normal for a fourteen-year-old that can hear what no one else can? And what should she do when she hears something that presents a tantalizing opportunity to avenge her family? With an unexpected new friend and ally, she comes up with a slam-dunk plan. All she has to do is risk everything, including both of their lives.


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It's summer, 2011, and for four and a half years, all Blue has been looking for is a normal life after losing her family in a suspicious fire. But what is normal for a fourteen-year-old that can hear what no one else can? And what should she do when she hears something that presents a tantalizing opportunity to avenge her family? With an unexpected new friend and ally, she comes up with a slam-dunk plan. All she has to do is risk everything, including both of their lives.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781734024005 |
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Publisher: | Nthsense Books |
Publication date: | 02/04/2020 |
Series: | Vox Oculis , #1 |
Pages: | 302 |
Sales rank: | 1,108,134 |
Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.68(d) |
Age Range: | 13 - 18 Years |
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CHAPTER 1
ANOTHER YEAR OF SURVIVAL
Blue's eyes were closed. She had closed them so she could open her mind to the familiar sounds that surrounded her now. There was the whine of the car tires on warm asphalt, the muffled hum of the motor that was buried somewhere behind the dashboard in front of her, the occasional rush of a car racing by in the other direction. And over it all was the soothing soft rumble of the rushing wind just above her head, coming from a slot formed by the slightly rolled down window. Blue felt the pressure of the seat gently pushing her about as the car followed the lumps and rolls and curves of the road. She felt the warmth of the sun as it moved to different places on her body mirroring the movements of the car like a solar compass. Shadows of passing trees created a pink-orange pulsing light show on the inside of her closed eyelids. The shadows gave the illusion that instead of being inside a car, she was in the middle of a stampede of giants who were racing the opposite direction and rocking the ground with their massive strides. She felt a kinship to the tree-giants because she wished she was racing the opposite direction, too. She didn't know the destination of the giants, but it had to be better than where she was going.
She had made trips like this before. Many times. Each one was supposed to be the last, the one that resulted in a permanent situation. Instead, each one resulted in a return trip. Return to what? Brookhaven Shelter, that dismal holding tank for the unwanted, or a respite house where there was at least someone who was trying to be helpful, or wherever else they had room to keep her until the next family who might take her came around. And then off she went again. She had long ago abandoned hope that the next place would be the one that actually worked, where she could create some sort of normal stable life like the one every single kid around her seemed to have. For Blue, this car and the woman who drove it, Mrs. Jamison, were the only stable parts of her life.
Blue had started to fantasize that instead of stopping, they could just keep going. They could live in this car, driving and driving forever, visiting a hundred new places each year. They would never stay for long — just long enough to experience something new but not long enough for something bad to start happening. Then they would hop in the car and take off for another new place. They would never need to get to know anyone else. Blue would never have to pretend to be someone she was not. She would never again have to stand by her familiar beat-up old duffel bags and watch as Mrs. Jamison drove off, carrying hope and stability with her. Blue sighed. She was going to have to go through the ritual again. There was no driving off into the sunset for her.
She concentrated on the sounds again to stop these uncomfortable thoughts from rattling around in her brain. The rumbling wind was soothing and she eased the window down a tad more to make it louder. The distraction worked for a while, but the thoughts managed to elbow their way back in and circle round and round. It was impossible to stop her brain sometimes, but she managed to at least guide it to thinking about less stressful things, like some of the things Mrs. Jamison had said earlier in the trip. Well, not "said" exactly, more like what she thought. What Mrs. Jamison had said out loud were the details of the new situation, which Blue had listened to politely but wasn't interested in processing just then. She caught the gist of it, there was a lot of blah, blah, blah about the new family, and something about Mrs. O'Day and blah, blah. Blue tucked the words away for a later time when she could control her reaction to them. She didn't want to deal with them just then. Thankfully, Mrs. Jamison didn't rattle on and on. She only gave Blue the essentials and then stopped. It was like she knew how much Blue could handle at a time, and then she knew when to be quiet.
When Mrs. Jamison was quiet, Mrs. Jamison was thoughtful. Blue paid more attention to Mrs. Jamison's thoughts than her words, because they were more than just the monotonous drone of pointless information about Blue's new situation. They were the deep thoughts of the true Mrs. Jamison, and they comforted her.
"I don't know how this girl manages to survive all these changes ... three families and a group home in four years," thought Mrs. Jamison. She looked at Blue and Blue gave her a small half-smile. "And the trouble she's seen, and look at her. here she sits, as calm and peaceful as a saint ... I honestly don't think I could do it ... she must have some inner strength I don't have ... why can't there be more families out there willing to take these older kids ... all they want is the younger ones ... I guess I can't blame them ... it's hard taking in these kids who have seen so much trouble ... thank goodness we got the O'Days this time."
Blue couldn't hear everyone's thoughts, and some people's thoughts she didn't want to hear, but Mrs. Jamison was a rarity, a truly good soul, so she didn't mind listening in on her thoughts. They had a musical, lyrical quality to them. They were the sounds of a thoughtful person. They were a far cry from the bitter, spiteful thoughts of truly vicious people, people Blue sometimes couldn't ignore, people she sometimes couldn't control her reactions to. Sometimes those people's thoughts just crossed a line, and Blue couldn't let them get away with it. And that is one of the reasons why she was sitting in this car. Again. Another year, another new foster family, a new school, new vicious kids, new idiot teachers, new trips to principal's office, new breakdowns, new violent outbursts, new counselors, new therapists.
Another year to survive.
The car slowed down and Mrs. Jamison pulled to the curb next to an old Victorian-style house. It had gray shingles and white trim, which gave it an ancient, wise look. A small yard was surrounded by a low white fence, and lilacs were tucked about the foundation of the house like a fragrant and colorful scarf around an old lady's neck. From the front door came a solidly built woman whose age was hard to determine but whose face showed a lot of experience. Mrs. O'Day, no doubt. She had a nice smile, Blue thought. It was a comforting smile, even to Blue's hardened eyes. Not overdone, not forced, not artificial. It was very natural. She noted it, but took no encouragement from it. Never get optimistic, it will just make it worse later when you get let down. Again.
She closed her eyes and took one last note of the pressure and warmth of the car seat on her legs and felt the vibration of the car stop as Mrs. Jamison turned it off. Blue sighed, took a breath, opened her eyes, and opened the door. As she got out, she put on her practiced act of being an ordinary girl joining an ordinary family looking forward to an ordinary year. It was like putting on an old well-worn sweater. But underneath the sweater, her heart was empty.
CHAPTER 2WILL
Will was awake and had been for some time, but he kept his eyes closed just for the pleasant sensation: no more school. He didn't have to jump out of bed onto the cold floor and struggle into his clothes while stumbling down the hall. No more squinting into the glare of the brightly-lit bathroom only to have the door slammed in his face by his little sister, Rose, as she slipped in ahead of him.
No, those mornings were gone for a while, replaced by the luxury of sleeping in — letting the sun warm him in bed. He knew it would end all too soon, in a couple of weeks when his summer job started. But now it was nice to just bask in the glory of having gotten through 9th grade and looking forward to being in 10th without having to deal with being at the bottom of the pecking order anymore.
Being a freshman sucked. He had no idea it would be so sucky. The only decent part about it was that he managed to squeak onto the JV basketball team. For once he actually thanked God for living in a small Vermont town with only a Division 2 high school team. There was no way he would have made it on a Division 1 JV team. And now he was a sophomore! That word had such a delicious sound to it, Will thought. It sounded like freedom. It was like getting released from prison.
It was so pleasant just lying there with that thought that he didn't even mind when Rose came in and plunked herself down on his bed with a bowl of cereal in her hand and a significant look on her face. She looked away and munched thoughtfully for a while, glancing at Will from time to time, waiting for him to get annoyed. It wasn't working. There wasn't much that could knock Will out of his good mood. She leaned over toward him, close to his face, and slurped a spoonful of cereal as long and slow and as annoyingly as she could. Then she chewed it open-mouthed, smacking loudly. Will just laughed.
"Wow, are you in a good mood today!" she said, trying to sound disappointed. Will could tell she wasn't really. She could be ridiculously annoying sometimes but today it was just an act. She was glad school was over, too.
Rose leaned back and sat cross-legged, concentrating on her breakfast. "I heard the O'Days took in another kid," she said as she sucked down another spoonful and glanced slyly at him.
That did catch him by surprise, but he wasn't about to let on. "Oh my goodness!" he said. "The O'Days took in a foster child! What a shock! What will the neighbors say!"
Rose snorted and laughed.
The O'Days were the neighbors across the street and down the block. They lived in a huge old Victorian house. The whole neighborhood had always treated "Ma Beth" and "Pa Bill" O'Day almost like second parents. A new foster kid at their house was as normal as a March snow storm.
"Have you seen him ... her ... IT ... yet?" asked Will.
Rose snorted again. "No, but I know it's a girl. Fourteen I think." Rose frowned. "Why can't they ever get a girl who's closer to my age?"
"Well, I think it's because they keep most girls your age in a cage at the zoo," said Will, "or they should."
Rose stuck her tongue out. It was all milky and covered with granola crumbs.
"Gross! See what I mean? You animal," Will said. But Rose had succeeded in getting his attention. A girl. Fourteen was only a year or two younger than he was. Probably an eighth grader, he thought. Make that ninth grader now. An incoming freshman. Lucky her.
"I don't suppose you heard what grade she's in?"
"Nope, and we zoo animals would never tell you if we did. We stick together," said Rose. "Sam said her nickname is Little Fox." Sam was the youngest O'Day and the same age as Rose. "Perfect for being in the zoo. I think I'll call myself something zoo-ey — maybe Meerkat!"
"Little Fox? That's not her real name."
"So ... that's even more interesting," said Rose. "Sam said her actual name is Blue. Don't you think that is a cool name? I wonder if it is short for something else, like Blooo ... oom? Blossom?"
"How about Blueberry? Or Blooper, or Bluto?"
Rose laughed. "That would be really biz-arre." She had recently locked onto the word 'bizarre' and used it every chance she had, as only a nine-year-old sister can, with a long buzzing "bizzzz" and a slow, dangling "aarrr".
"Anyway, that's all Sam knew except that he says she doesn't talk much and just stays in her bedroom a lot."
Not unusual for a new foster kid at the O'Days, thought Will. "I bet I would hunker down in my room for a while if I were a newbie in that house."
"Yeah, or if you did something wrong." She looked at Will with a sly grin.
"And ... that would be?"
"She had an 'incident' the second day she was in the house."
"An incident? The second day?" said Will. "How long has she been there?" He thought his good friend Wu would have told him about it at school, but come to think of it, Will had been concentrating so much on final exams, he really didn't see Wu much in the past week. Wu was another foster kid at the O'Days. His full name was Ben Wu, but everyone called him "Wu".
"Since last Wednesday, I guess," said Rose.
Right in the middle of exams, thought Will. "Huh," he said. "So what was this 'incident'?"
Rose picked up her empty cereal bowl and started heading out of Will's bedroom. "Uh, I think I hear Mom calling ..."
Okay, thought Will, now she is starting to be my familiar annoying sister. "So are you going to tell me?"
Rose turned and said limply, "Tell you what?" And then she started accelerating out the door.
He jumped out of bed and chased her squealing down the hall. He caught up to her, grabbed her around the waist and started tickling her until she finally yelled "Stop ... stop ... stop!" between gasps of laughter.
Rose finally managed to get out the answer. "She ... killed ... the screamer!"
"What?" He stopped tickling her. Rose was still trying to get her breath. "She killed the screamer?"
"Yeah!" said Rose.
The screamer was a relic of technology that survived at the O'Day household because they got by on a lot of second-hand stuff. It was a remote control for their ancient cathode-ray tube television. Will and Rose and their parents had a peculiar reaction to those older remote controls that no one else had. Some caused a slightly annoying ringing in their head, but the O'Day's TV remote created an excruciating, high-pitched screech. It was almost unbearable to Will and Rose, so they had christened it 'the screamer' and had often thought about putting it out of its misery themselves. But it appeared that Blue had beaten them to it.
Will looked at Rose. In his head, he formed words, "You don't think ..."
Deep in the cortex of Will's brain these words generated an electrical impulse that filtered through an intricate web of neurons that were as rare as they were ancient in humans. All Will felt was a slight tingle at the back of his eyes that was as familiar as breathing to him. What he didn't feel was the invisible stream of photons that resulted from this tingle and went straight into the eyes of his sister.
"I don't know!" she replied. Her words formed in his head as if he were thinking them to himself. She continued, "Sam said she threw it out the door and bolted right up to the third-floor bedroom the rest of the day!"
"Wow, she took the third-floor bedroom?"
The third floor was more of an attic than a regular floor. It was usually the last choice for anyone living in the O'Day's house. With the summer coming on, it was also the hottest, most miserable place in the house. He wondered how long 'Little Fox' would last up there.
Will looked away from Rose, but she continued out loud, "Sam says she chose it! She could have had Nate's room, and Nate would have had to move to the third-floor bedroom, but she wanted it."
A name of 'Blue', a nickname of 'Little Fox', the third-floor bedroom, and the apparent executioner of the screamer. Will didn't know what to think. He knew why he and Rose wanted to destroy the screamer, but he didn't know if that was the same reason Blue actually did it. On the other hand, what else could it possibly be?
"Well, wouldn't be summer if we didn't have a crazy story from the O'Day house."
"I know, right?" said Rose with an impish grin.
"Ugh! Don't say that stupid phrase. You sound like a valley girl," he said, knowing exactly where this was going.
"I know ... right?"
"Okay, now you're just trying to be irritating."
"I know ... ... right?"
"You're asking for it."
"I know ......... RIGHT?"
Will lunged for her but she was ready and got a head start. She ran down the hall, lobbing "I know, RIGHT?" over her shoulder until she ducked into her room and slammed her door behind her with a final squeal.
"You crazy animal!"
From behind the closed door came, "I know, RIGHT?" followed by hysterical laughter.
He stood in the hall. Yeah, right, goofball. You win. He laughed to himself. He liked his sister, she was fun. But his mind was distracted. This incident with the screamer and the new girl — there couldn't be any other reason for it, could there? Then again, a lot of crazy characters had come through the O'Day's house. He was just hoping that this might be the kind of crazy he had been looking for his entire life.
CHAPTER 3THE PARK
It was past noon by the time Will got dressed and ate some breakfast. His mom was already out of the house, his dad was at work, and Rose was next door with a friend. Will decided it was time to ride down to the park and see if Wu was at the basketball court.
Will hopped on his bike. His route took him right past the O'Day's house. Just as he was passing by the gate at the end of the O'Day's side yard, he glanced to his right and up at the third floor of the O'Day's house. He caught a glimpse of a face in the single gable window that was near the peak of the steep roof. It was the face of a girl with long dark hair. She was looking straight out as if seeing something on the horizon. It had to be the new girl.
(Continues…)
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