Haunted Memories (Volume 2) (Saranormal) - Hardcover

Rivers, Phoebe

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1442453818 ISBN 13: 9781442453814

Verlag: Simon Spotlight, 2012

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In this second installment of a paranormal series, Sara’s ready to fall in love—if the ghost standing in her way will allow it!

Sara has settled in to her new hometown of Stellamar and even made a good friend in Lily Randazzo. Now it’s time to start school, and Sara has her first psychic vision. In the vision, she sees herself with a cute stranger—and when she starts school a few days later, she meets him. His name is Jayden Mendes, and Sara knows with complete certainty that he is destined to be her first boyfriend. But there’s something else Sara knows about Jayden: He has a ghostly companion who stays by his side at all times. The ghost seems intent on keeping Sara and Jayden apart. Who is this ghost, and what is his problem with Sara? What secrets does Jayden hold—and will these secrets keep Sara from falling in love?

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Phoebe Rivers had a brush with the paranormal when she was thirteen years old, and ever since then she has been fascinated by people who see spirits and can communicate with them. In addition to her intrigue with all things paranormal, Phoebe also loves cats, French cuisine, and wiling her afternoons away in coffee shops writing stories. She has written dozens of books for children of all ages and is thrilled to now be exploring Sara’s paranormal world.

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Haunted Memories

CHAPTER 1

No one saw me.

I pressed my back against the pale-green cafeteria wall. How long would it be before anyone noticed I existed? Minutes? Hours? Days? The entire school year?

Yesterday was different. Everyone smiled. New clothes. New haircuts. New binders. Blank paper organized perfectly into labeled sections. Even teachers smiled, swept up in the great-to-be-back vibe.

There were a lot fewer smiles today. The second day.

By now Stellamar Middle School was old news to everyone—except me. I gnawed my bottom lip, pretended to smooth wrinkles on my favorite sky-blue top, and scanned the cafeteria.

I don’t belong here. I’m not one of them, I thought. My stomach twisted nervously. Can they see I’m different? Can they sense it?

I choked back a laugh. Seriously, Sara. Stop being silly, I scolded myself. No one senses anything. They don’t even notice you.

Yesterday I spent lunch in the guidance office as they sorted out my records from my old school. I wondered if I should head back there. Create another problem for them to solve.

Hide.

“Oh, wow! Can you believe Mrs. Moyers kept me after class? I mean, it’s the second day. Like I really need a reminder not to speak without raising my hand. Come on, we’re in seventh grade.” Lily Randazzo rushed through the cafeteria door, her long black hair flying behind her. She scooped her arm through mine and propelled me into the lunchroom.

I hurried to keep up as she expertly wove her way around kids wandering aimlessly with plastic lunch trays.

“You don’t have her, do you?” Lily continued, not stopping to say hi or even breathe. “I wish we had more classes together. Oh, hey, Erin!” She waved at a short girl with a high ponytail. “But you like it here, right? All’s good, right?”

“Sure.” I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t know what else to say. At the moment, I was just grateful to be wrapped in the whirlwind of Lily.

“There’s barely any time to eat,” Lily announced to a long table filled with girls. “Scoot down, Avery, okay?”

“Sure thing.” Avery smiled, showing off a rainbow of rubber bands on her braces.

“Can you push down for Sara, too?” Lily asked. “She just moved to my street this summer. Everyone, this is Sara.” Lily pointed to me.

My face grew warm as the girls stopped eating and stared. I wasn’t like Lily, who loved attention. I was happier on the edge of a crowd. But I liked Lily, and I wanted her friends to like me. “Hi,” I managed. My voice sounded unnaturally squeaky.

I quickly slid onto the bench next to Lily. Avery leaned across Lily’s sandwich and squinted at me with slate-gray eyes. “You’re really pretty,” she said finally. From the way she said it, I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or an accusation.

“Oh . . . thanks.” I pulled out my container of mixed-berry yogurt and tried to be friendly. “I like your braces.”

“I decided to go all Roy G. Biv. You know, the total rainbow.” Avery flashed a full-tooth grin. She had a different color rubber band on each tooth. The effect was a bit dizzying.

“Sara looks like that because she’s from California,” Miranda announced. She sat across from Avery. I’d met Miranda a few weeks ago on the boardwalk with Lily, but I didn’t know her well.

“That makes no sense, Miranda,” scoffed a thin girl with wavy, reddish hair. “Not everyone from California has long blond hair and blue eyes like Sara. There’s no way everyone in California is, like, that pretty.”

All the girls stared at me again. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to talk about how I looked. I studied my pink yogurt.

“That’s true. There are ugly people in California too,” Lily piped in. “But Sara looks like a surfer girl. I mean, wouldn’t you cast her in one of those sunscreen commercials? She’d be great in that new one with that girl on the paddleboard.”

Everyone agreed with Lily. I swirled the yogurt with my plastic spoon as they discussed the best commercials.

“Why did you move to New Jersey?” Avery asked.

“My father got a new job,” I explained, relieved at the change in subject. I told them a little about his job and our move. I didn’t tell them that he’d been fired from his old job or that his girlfriend had dumped him. I didn’t tell them that I still couldn’t figure out why we had to suddenly move across the country when life seemed perfectly okay in California.

But I was used to keeping information to myself.

Miranda and Lily gave me a rundown on all the teachers. Who was supposed to be tough and who favored the girls over the boys. The other girls jumped in with stories and warnings. The way they talked over one another, filling in sentences and laughing, made it clear they’d been friends for a long time. Everyone seemed to have some zany story or advice they wanted to share. I began to relax.

“Look who’s checking out Sara,” the red-haired girl, whose name was Tamara, suddenly whispered. She gave a slight nod to her right. Immediately every girl at our table whipped her head to the right.

“Oh, that was subtle!” Tamara cried.

Everyone giggled. I gazed in that direction. A table of boys.

“Who?” Miranda demanded. “Who was looking?”

“All of them,” Tamara said. “They all want to see who the new girl is.” She leaned across the table toward me. “I think Luke’s especially interested.”

“Who?”

“The boy with the dark-blond hair,” Lily whispered.

There were at least four boys with dark-blond hair. None of them were looking at me.

I shrugged. I didn’t care about boys. I was just happy Lily had saved me from being the weird kid in the corner.

“Your friends are nice,” I said to Lily.

“You fit right in,” she whispered to me. “I knew you would.”

I smiled as I tossed my empty yogurt container back in my brown paper bag and pulled out a yellow pear. I listened as Lily showed Miranda the thin bangle bracelets she had layered on her wrists. My thumb pressed the pear’s too-soft flesh, adding another bruise to its dented skin. The pear’s musky, overripe scent filled my nose and I pushed it, uneaten, back into the bag. Gross! I hated mushy fruit. Crumpling the bag, I stood to toss it into the trash can.

“Stop right there,” a harsh voice demanded after I’d taken only a few steps. “Are you really going to do that?”

I turned and saw the scowling face of an overweight man. Unruly gray eyebrows framed his narrowed eyes. He wore a shiny navy polyester tracksuit with white stripes down the arms and legs. The jacket was partially unzipped, and his belly strained against a worn gray T-shirt. “Me?” I asked, looking around. Was he talking to me?

“You heard me,” he continued, his tone gruff. He pointed to my arm, the one that held the lunch bag. “It’s wrong. A crime.”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what he was talking about. “W-what did I...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Simon Spotlight
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1442453818
• ISBN 13: 9781442453814
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 176
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
• Verantwortliche Person: Simon and Schuster Netherlands BV; info@simonandschuster.nl; ; Herculesplein 96; Utrecht; 3584 AA; Niederlande