Seers by Heather Frost Read Free Book Online

inside she stared at me, looking a little surprised. “You still think somethings wrong with him?”
    “I know somethings wrong,” I corrected stubbornly. “He’s in all my classes. It’s like he copied my schedule or something.” Lee’s eyes lit up. “Even choir!? He can sing too?”
    “I think you’re missing my point.”
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    “What point is that?”
    “He’s stalker creepy.”
    “He is not.”
    I pulled out my iPod and tossed it to her before I forced the key into the ignition. “Look, can you just trust me that he’s weird?
    Doesn’t anyone else see that?”
    “Nope. But then, we’re not psychic.”
    “Does that mocking response mean you’re not going to trust me?” I asked, looking behind me and shifting into reverse so I could back out.
    Lee’s mouth twisted a little as she searched for a song. “Well, I sort of already invited him to the party I was planning for this weekend.”
    I groaned, shifted to first, and started to make my way out of the parking lot. “Really? A party? He could be some psycho or something.”
    “We’ll have to start a psych club or something,” Lee grinned, finally finding a loud song with a driving beat. The blasting music sort of killed conversation, so I drove to the elementary school while Lee texted.
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    I dropped Lee off at her house, then headed for home. The twins were in the backseat arguing about who got to watch what when they got home, and when I suggested it might be easier if they just liked the same things like normal twins, I got yelled at.
    By the time I pulled into the driveway Josie was so angry the red swelled around her like a very real, very tangible cloud. I’d noticed that about kids—they’re more controlled by their emotions than adults. Jenna was slower at exiting the vehicle, so she was still present when I was shutting my door and caught sight of him, standing in the middle of the street in front of our house.
    It was the Hispanic guy from earlier, and he was staring at me with a huge grin. Though he was good looking, the eeriness of the
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    moment made him creepy. Fortunately, ever since the accident I’d become very good at faking, in an attempt to keep from freaking everybody out. And so with a super calm voice I asked Jenna if she knew who he was.
    Jenna turned to face the street, following my gaze quickly.
    “Uh . . . who?” She asked. “Mr. Sorenson?” I saw that our neighbor across the street was working in his yard. Jenna saw him, but didn’t see the Hispanic guy standing twelve feet away? The one staring right at us?
    His silver lining was familiar to me by now, after all my time with Patrick today. But seeing it on this guy only made me more wary of Patrick. In what ways were they similar? Why could everyone see Patrick, but only I could see this man?
    I didn’t want to freak my sister out, so I decided not to talk to him. I grabbed her arm and tightened my grip on my bag. “Oh—
    right—Mr. Sorenson. Come on, I think I smell cookies.” I pulled her into the house, but luckily she didn’t think it odd. Homemade cookies would have warranted almost any sort of behavior, even running and screaming.
    Josie had left the front door open so we were able to walk right inside. But before I closed the door I forced myself to look back out into the street. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
    It was empty.
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    Once I was holding two gooey chocolate chip cookies I hurried up to my room. I shut the door, turned the lock, and dumped my backpack on the bed. I walked to the window, which over-looked the front yard. I took the first bite of chewy goodness, and it practically melted in my mouth. I watched the street as I swallowed, but it was completely empty. But just the memory of that man—his smile, his aura, his invisibility—had me shivering despite the heat of the afternoon. Whoever he was, he knew where I lived.
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