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Blurb:
(book
intended for 15+)
Seventeen year-old Sinta Allen has one objective, to get from
Tallahassee, Florida to her mother in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Seems simple enough
right? Wrong. Hostile aliens have invaded Earth—and it doesn’t take a rocket
scientist to know that we’re losing the fight. While the aliens bring
devastation and destruction and take people away to God knows where in their
spaceships, Sinta, along with some of her classmates must rely on their
survival instincts, a little luck and each other if they want to survive the
venture across the country. The last thing she needs is for Wade, her school
friend and Jason, her rescuer, to distract her along the way.
Excerpt:
“Please
mom,” I say, whining. “I really don’t want to go.”
“Sinta,
you know I love it when you help me out, but this conversation is getting old.
We’ve been going round and round like this for months. You’re going, end of
story.” She pulls into an empty parking space and turns off the car. “I’ll help
you with your things,” she says, popping the trunk.
Feeling
defiant, and with nothing else to lose, I cross my arms and don’t move. She
opens her door and gets out. I hear her saying good morning to some of the
other parents and kids, but I don’t budge.
I
recognize the kids passing my car with their bags either in their hands or over
their shoulders. Some look my way and smile. Some even wave enthusiastically.
All are in grades below mine. With this being my senior year, I don’t expect
many others from my class to be here. Like I told my mom, band camp isn’t
needed for anyone’s college application, especially since most of us seniors
applied for college last summer or during the beginning of first semester.
Besides Mia and Ian, I expect to be hanging around a bunch of younger kids.
Through
the side mirror I see my mom coming up to my door. I quickly lock it. Childish?
Yes.
She
raps on the window and, when I don’t answer, she raps again, this time faster
and harder. When I still ignore her she leans closer to the window. “For the
love of God, if you keep it up I will unlock this door and drag your skinny
tail out and strangle you in front of everyone here and still make you get on
that bus.”
My
mom has never hit me before, she’s full of threats and they usually prove
empty. I turn to see her glaring daggers at me.
The
look on her face says that she intends to do as she said and more. I open the
door and step out and around her. I grab my duffle and sleeping bag from the
trunk and head to the bus.
“Aren’t
you going to at least kiss me goodbye?” she yells out after me.
“I
can’t. I need to hurry. I don’t want the fun to start without me.”
“Sinta!”
Without
turning I raise my hand in the air, saying bye. Of course she’ll be mad for a
little while, but then she’ll start missing me. I’m her only daughter and she
forced me to go on a trip I didn’t want to take. I think by tomorrow afternoon
she’ll be calling the camp to check up on me.
I
set my things next to the other bags on the ground by the side of the bus and
climb the stairs. I only stop briefly to see if Mia has made it yet.
Yep.
She
and Ian are huddled in a back seat, kissing.
Lovely.
The fun is starting already.
I
walk down the aisle, passing ninth and tenth graders. Closer to the back are
the eleventh graders and, taking up the last three rows, the twelfth graders.
Myles Jackson or MJ as he’s called and Shayla Day have a seat across from Mia and
Ian. Seeing MJ surprises me, because he’s a jock and the number one football
prospect from Michigan. He doesn’t need band camp to go on any application.
Michael and Aaron take up another seat, with MJ’s best friend Eric and his
girlfriend Melissa across from them. Then there’s Daniel and Andrew taking up a
seat, and across from them is an empty one.
“We
saved you a seat,” Mia says, pulling her mouth away from Ian’s long enough to
talk and breathe.
“Thanks,”
I say sliding into it. I put my ear buds in and pull the hood of my Huron Band
sweatshirt over my head.
Just
as soon as I close my eyes I feel the dip in my seat. Opening one, I peek to
catch a glimpse of Wade Hill squeezing into the seat next to me.
“Sorry,
Sinta,” he says, after settling in. “I asked Mrs. Franklin for my own seat but
she told me there wasn’t enough room. Mrs. Burgess told me to sit next to you,
since you’re so skinny.”
I
close my eyes. This is a punishment.
I
hear the creak of the door closing and, after a few minutes, the bus begins to
move.
“Testing,
testing,” Ms. Burgess’ voice projects over the loud speaker. She’s the new
young teacher who just started teaching at our school this year. “How about I
sing everyone a nice little lullaby to get you all to sleep, hmm?
Oh.
My. God.
“Can
someone please tell her she isn’t auditioning for American Idol,” I mutter.
Wade
laughs. His meaty arm brushes up against mine as he does.
Let
the fun begin.
A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks,
mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt
and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and
writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical
romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable,
open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the
skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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