The Stern and Wild Ones (The Seeker Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Reece Evhans
and twisted that I actually like this book? I mean, nobody likes the books they make us read in school) when my mom poked her head in.
“Still awake?” She was still dressed up from her date, wearing dressy black slacks and a blue satin top that suited her petite figure. Her glossy auburn hair flowed around her shoulders in a way that my crazy red hair never would. She sat beside me on my bed, saying, "How are you doing, Ally-Bear?" The childhood endearment brought tears to my eyes a bit. "Grams said we need to talk." She brushed my wild hair behind my ears.
I cleared the emotion out of my throat and tried to lessen the tension, " Cool, Mom. Are you going to finally tell me about the birds and the bees? Speaking of birds and bees, how was your date with new guy?"
She chortled slightly. "My date was fine and not the subject of this discussion. You're almost 17 years old. If you don't know about the birds and the bees, you've got big problems. Seriously, what happened today?"
I filled her in on the details Grams had apparently been skimpy with, majorly downplaying the part with Jack. I ended with, "And I'm really worried that I'm going to turn into the biggest freak this family has ever seen! I mean, you and Grams don't nearly pass out when your ESP goes off or whatever," I wailed.
"Well, that's certainly not how I think of it ," she said. "Your grandmother and I both have fairly mild, mellow versions of our family 'gift'. But there are stories of some of our ancestors who had very powerful gifts."
"Ugh. I really don't need this in my life right now," I flopped back on my pillows. "I mean, yeah, I would love to be really, really good at something--you know-better than anyone else, but I was thinking of something a little more normal. Something I might actually be able to brag about someday!"
"Well, you've told Tara about this already," she countered.
"And you say your gift's not very powerful," I admonished.
"I don't need any special gift to know that you tell her everything. Did you tell that boy what was going on?" I wondered when she would finally get around to bringing him up. She was examining her nails, oh-so-innocently.
"Mom! I barely know him. Of course I didn't tell him anything. Grams is making way too much of it. He just thought I was going to throw up. Do you realize that Grams had a whole tea party waiting for us when we got home? She had four places set! How would a regular person know to have four places set--including one for his little sister? He's not stupid! He just may have some very awkward questions for me tomorrow."
She gave me a sly look. "Well, at least you'll get to talk to him again. Grams said he was pretty cute." She got up and smoothed my quilt around me like she used to do when I was little. "And try not to worry too much about what's happening to you. Grams is going to do some research into the family tree and see if she can find out about any other women in our family that went through what you described. Goodnight Ally-bear." She turned off my overhead light and shut my door as she left.
I had a hard time getting to sleep; I kept replaying the afternoon in my mind: Veronica's stupid face, Jack's sweet, concerned one. Grams and the tea party. Megan eating cookies, Tara and I eating noodles. I tossed and turned for hours until I finally dozed off around 3 am. Ugh! This lack of sleep would make tomorrow/today ugly.
CHAPTER THREE
"If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor."
- Albert Einstein
We had a lab the next day in physics and were allowed to choose our own lab partners. I really dreaded not being assigned a partner because I had no friends in this class, and was mentally preparing myself to be the one Mr. Chiszowski had to stick with an unlucky pair to make a group of three, when Jack Ruiz slid onto the lab stool next to me saying, "Ok if we're partners? I promise I'll do my share."
"Sure," I tried to sound nonchalant. I'm pretty sure
“Still awake?” She was still dressed up from her date, wearing dressy black slacks and a blue satin top that suited her petite figure. Her glossy auburn hair flowed around her shoulders in a way that my crazy red hair never would. She sat beside me on my bed, saying, "How are you doing, Ally-Bear?" The childhood endearment brought tears to my eyes a bit. "Grams said we need to talk." She brushed my wild hair behind my ears.
I cleared the emotion out of my throat and tried to lessen the tension, " Cool, Mom. Are you going to finally tell me about the birds and the bees? Speaking of birds and bees, how was your date with new guy?"
She chortled slightly. "My date was fine and not the subject of this discussion. You're almost 17 years old. If you don't know about the birds and the bees, you've got big problems. Seriously, what happened today?"
I filled her in on the details Grams had apparently been skimpy with, majorly downplaying the part with Jack. I ended with, "And I'm really worried that I'm going to turn into the biggest freak this family has ever seen! I mean, you and Grams don't nearly pass out when your ESP goes off or whatever," I wailed.
"Well, that's certainly not how I think of it ," she said. "Your grandmother and I both have fairly mild, mellow versions of our family 'gift'. But there are stories of some of our ancestors who had very powerful gifts."
"Ugh. I really don't need this in my life right now," I flopped back on my pillows. "I mean, yeah, I would love to be really, really good at something--you know-better than anyone else, but I was thinking of something a little more normal. Something I might actually be able to brag about someday!"
"Well, you've told Tara about this already," she countered.
"And you say your gift's not very powerful," I admonished.
"I don't need any special gift to know that you tell her everything. Did you tell that boy what was going on?" I wondered when she would finally get around to bringing him up. She was examining her nails, oh-so-innocently.
"Mom! I barely know him. Of course I didn't tell him anything. Grams is making way too much of it. He just thought I was going to throw up. Do you realize that Grams had a whole tea party waiting for us when we got home? She had four places set! How would a regular person know to have four places set--including one for his little sister? He's not stupid! He just may have some very awkward questions for me tomorrow."
She gave me a sly look. "Well, at least you'll get to talk to him again. Grams said he was pretty cute." She got up and smoothed my quilt around me like she used to do when I was little. "And try not to worry too much about what's happening to you. Grams is going to do some research into the family tree and see if she can find out about any other women in our family that went through what you described. Goodnight Ally-bear." She turned off my overhead light and shut my door as she left.
I had a hard time getting to sleep; I kept replaying the afternoon in my mind: Veronica's stupid face, Jack's sweet, concerned one. Grams and the tea party. Megan eating cookies, Tara and I eating noodles. I tossed and turned for hours until I finally dozed off around 3 am. Ugh! This lack of sleep would make tomorrow/today ugly.
CHAPTER THREE
"If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor."
- Albert Einstein
We had a lab the next day in physics and were allowed to choose our own lab partners. I really dreaded not being assigned a partner because I had no friends in this class, and was mentally preparing myself to be the one Mr. Chiszowski had to stick with an unlucky pair to make a group of three, when Jack Ruiz slid onto the lab stool next to me saying, "Ok if we're partners? I promise I'll do my share."
"Sure," I tried to sound nonchalant. I'm pretty sure
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