First Impression: A Shadow Maven Paranormal by Pauline Creeden
Genre: YA Paranormal
Published: March 31st, 2014
Published by: AltWit Press
Chira Kelly thought she didn’t need anyone…until she met Ben.
Because of one ugly rumor, Chira lives as an outcast at her school. Which is fine with her, because she works better alone. Always has, always will. And at least she has her one and only true friend, Tasha. When Tasha insists that they join a group to visit a possibly haunted abandoned old schoolhouse, she’s wary, but joins her friend. Because of that decision, their lives are in jeopardy as a malevolent spirit targets the group. Tragedies and accidents pick them off one by one, and Chira finds herself drawn to the one person who can see the truth. But can he protect her?
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Excerpt :
She rips my hall pass from her pad and points it toward the young
man sitting across from her desk. “Chira Kelley, meet Ben Oscuro. He’s new here
and needs someone to show him around. It just so happens he’s also a member of
class 18B.”
I finally focus on the boy. He doesn’t look up at me, and his
disheveled dark hair is just long enough that it hides his eyes. But he pushes
himself up from his chair, and his slim form towers over me. He’s at least
six-feet-two and his uniform is almost as crumpled as his hair. He swings his
backpack onto a strong, square shoulder and nibbles his full bottom lip. His
smooth olive skin and dark hair make him look like a foreign rocker, and
there’s something about him that seems vaguely familiar.
“Here’s a copy of his class schedule. When you’re not in the same
class, I want you to leave a few minutes early and help him find the next class
room. That’s your job for today. Got it?”
I swallow back and resist sniffling again. Taking the hall pass and
the copy of the schedule from her, I say, “Um…sure.”
“Excellent. Robin, you’re off the hook.”
The office aide pumps a fist in the air before returning to file
more papers in the cabinet. The secretary’s chair squeals a dismissal, and Mrs.
Campbell picks up her phone, returning to her duties without another word.
Ben pulls open the office door and stands to the side to allow me to
go first. The hallway that was empty only a short while ago is now full of
students and their continuous conversations. With a shrug, I eye his class
schedule quickly. Except for second and sixth period, we have exactly the same
schedule. He’s in all of the advanced classes, too. Only he has gym for second
period and Latin for sixth – opposite of my schedule, except I take French.
Piece of cake.
I glance up at him again, and his eyes meet mine. My breath hitches.
His intense gaze makes me feel like he’s measuring me. The dark pools of his
eyes seem deep and bottomless, but there’s something strange about them.
They’re brown, but he has colored contacts. Why would anyone color their eyes
brown?
My heart flutters. A sniffle escapes me before I can stop it. Ugh. I
clear my throat and start in the direction of first period. “Follow me.”
We elbow our way down the freshman hall toward the second floor, but
before we start up I point down the way. “Do you know what your locker number
is?”
Ben nods and pushes his backpack on his shoulder farther.
I wait for a second and then smile. “What is it?”
“706.” He has a slight accent, and his voice is deeper than I
expect. I suppress a shiver at the jolt the musical timbre of his voice sends
through my body. I’m resonating like a tuning fork. I really want him to speak
again with every fiber of my being. What’s with me?
“Uh…okay.” I swallow, trying to regain composure. I take him to the
general area of the locker. “Here it is.”
He looks at it, nods, and returns his hard gaze to me. Is he always
so stiff? Probably just nerves from being new.
“I know you don’t have any books to put in it, but do you want to
try out the combination?”
He lifts one shoulder in a shrug and spins the combo quickly through
the three numbers. I purposefully avert my eyes so he knows I’m not peeking. He
opens the locker wide, nods toward me, and then closes it again.
“Great. We have first period over here.”
“You and I have the same first period?”
My body vibrates again, and I blink hard. So glad my back was to him
so he couldn’t see the effect his voice has on me. I swallow and face him.
“Actually, yeah. Our schedules are very similar. It’s a smallish school, so
there’re only a few tracks that juniors can be on.”
He nods, and his eyes are half lidded as if he’s bored already.
I lead him toward our classroom. “We don’t really have assigned
seats, so you can pretty much sit anywhere you want. I’ll show you to the gym
at the end of class. I have French next, but it’s not too far from there.”
I lead him to the front of the class, and my friend Tasha gives me a
wan smile and raises her eyebrows, looking back and forth between me and Ben.
She mouths, Who’s that?
I roll my eyes and put up one finger toward her to let her know I’ll
tell her in a minute. Then I turn to the teacher. I hand him the schedule from
the office. “Hi, Mr. Scott, this is Ben Oscuro, a transfer.”
Mr. Scott’s kind blue eyes smile at us both. He sets down the
Mountain Dew he was drinking and offers Ben a wide grin. He puts a hand out for
him to shake. Ben hesitates but takes the hand in what looks like a firm grip.
Mr. Scott shakes his hand afterward. “That’s some grip you’ve got there.” He
laughs and leans down to the bottom drawer of his desk and hands Ben a
geography text book.
With a nod, I return to Tasha and squeeze into the desk next to
hers. I’m at Jackson Hall partially on my father’s insurance money partially on
scholarship because my stepdad works at the school. What he does, I don’t know,
because I’ve never seen him. Because of all this, I’m somewhat of a social
pariah. My only real friend is Tasha Brown, a pariah herself, being one of the
few African-American kids in the school. Still she tends to be more popular
than me, because at least her family has the money they’ve made in the night
club and music business. But then there’s that rumor…
“So who is the new hottie?” Tasha hops up and down in her seat.
I shake my head at her. “You are one big hormone, you know that?
Sure, he’s cute, but is there any guy in the room you don’t consider a hottie?”
Tasha scans the room with her hand on her chin and a very serious
expression on her face. Her hair is in the typical pigtail braids she usually
uses to play up the uniform. She has on no sweater, and her shirt is one size
too small, the buttonholes at the front
stretched to expose part of her red bra. Finally she returns her gaze to
me. “There’s only one guy in here that doesn’t rank hottie.”
“Really? Who?”
She leans in conspiratorially and whispers, “Mr. Scott.”
I nearly choke on a laugh as I eye the middle-aged, balding teacher
at the front of the room. But I have to admit, Jackson Hall is a prep school.
And there's no one who can afford to make their children look their best more
than the wealthy. I guess if I take my father’s words to heart, it’s better to
be the poor kid in the rich kids’ school…than the other way around. Right?
Tasha’s smile returns, and I follow her gaze to figure out why. Ben
Oscuro walks down the aisle between us and takes the desk right behind mine.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I close my eyes and take a deep
breath. He smells like pine and mint, and it reminds me of the outdoors. When I
open them again, Tasha’s smile has grown impossibly wider. She leans towards me
and whispers, “What was that you said about hormones again?”
I shove my elbow toward her, but she dodges me with a giggle.
Author Bio:
In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates
worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between
dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because
she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia
Website: http://PaulineCreeden.com
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Twitter: http://twitter.com/P_Creeden
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