Playing with Fire (Volume 9) (Saranormal, Band 9) - Softcover

Rivers, Phoebe

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1442483059 ISBN 13: 9781442483057

Verlag: Simon Spotlight, 2013

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Sara nervously prepares for a paranormal confession—and staying in a haunted hotel isn’t helping!

Sara has made a big decision: She’s finally going to tell her best friend about her powers. When Lily’s family invites Sara to come along with them on a trip to the Adirondacks, Sara thinks it will be the perfect opportunity to talk to Lily. After all, having a serious discussion about paranormal stuff will be a lot easier outside a haunted town like Stellamar.

But when they arrive in the Adirondacks, Sara learns that they are staying in a very haunted hotel. So haunted, in fact, that a psychic has been called in to help drive the ghosts out. It seems that Sara can’t avoid ghosts and psychics no matter where she goes! Can she escape the mayhem long enough to have her heart-to-heart with Lily? What will happen if Sara doesn’t get the reaction she’s hoping for?

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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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Playing with Fire

Chapter 1

The front door swung open, taking me by surprise. I sucked in my breath, startled to see him.

To see him with Lily.

I’d just jogged up the Randazzos’ walkway. I hadn’t yet reached out my hand to ring the bell, and there he was.

His green eyes sparkled with recognition. I did everything to keep my lips from curling in a smile. We held a secretive gaze for a moment, before I looked away.

After all this time, it was strange to see him in front of me. No longer just words illuminated on a tiny screen.

“Sara!” Lily cried. She hadn’t been expecting me, but it was a hot day in August and I was bored. It was the kind of day meant for showing up at your best friend’s door “This is great. Mason’s here.”

“Hey there,” I said softly as I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

“Mason’s hanging out with Buddy,” Lily continued. Her little brown dog panted beside Mason’s ankle. Buddy had been Mason’s dog, but his mom was allergic so Lily’s family had taken Buddy in. “His mom dropped him off while she went to the doctor.”

Dr. Shiffer, I wanted to say. He specializes in migraines. Mrs. Meyer has been getting superbad headaches lately, and Mason has to watch his brother and sister. Mason’s mom heard about Dr. Shiffer from a friend and is hoping he will be able to help her.

But I couldn’t say that.

I couldn’t say that and not say a whole lot more.

“Sara and I’ve spent the whole summer on the beach,” Lily told Mason, not knowing that Mason already knew that. That Mason knew pretty much everything that was going on with me. She pointed to the black Nikon camera I wore around my neck. “She’s been doing this thing where she takes a photo of the same spot on the boardwalk every day at three thirty. Same background but always different people doing different things.”

“Really?” Mason actually sounded surprised. As if he knew nothing about my hobby. As if he didn’t call me “Eye Spy” in our texts. “What are you doing with them?”

“She’s been printing out the photos,” Lily answered. “She’s going to mount them on a large board—”

“Actually, I’m thinking of binding them together and making a kind of flip book,” I interjected. I fixed my gaze on my orange sandals. I couldn’t look at Mason. The flip book had been his idea yesterday.

“Oh, I love it!” Lily’s maple-syrup-brown eyes widened. “You could sell that at one of Stellamar’s souvenir shops, you know. Print a lot of them. Mason, isn’t that totally original?”

“Totally.” Mason smirked. “One-of-a-kind. I can’t believe you thought of that, Sara.”

He thought he was being funny, but he wasn’t. I smiled my biggest smile back at him, playing along. I was confident he wouldn’t dare spill our secret. He knew Lily could never know about us.

If she knew, she’d ask questions.

Questions neither of us wanted to answer.

My stomach twisted. I felt bad. Lily Randazzo was my best friend. She’d be humiliated if she knew Mason and I were playing at barely knowing each other.

I also knew what Lily would think if she found out that we’d been texting almost every day for the last month. She’d think we liked each other. She’d think we were together.

But we aren’t.

We’re just friends. There was no way Lily or any of our other friends would believe me. I didn’t text with any other boys. Plus, Mason wasn’t even from our school. He lived almost thirty minutes away. And he was cute. Really cute. White-blond hair. Tanned skin. Wide-set eyes.

If I didn’t like him, she’d want to know what I was doing. Why I was talking all the time to a supercute guy. Guys and girls our age usually don’t talk all the time unless they like each other. She’d want to know what we possibly could be talking about.

And the answer to that question was complicated.

Mason unzipped the black backpack that he’d slung over one shoulder. Kneeling in the grass, he searched several outside pockets while rubbing Buddy. The little dog rolled eagerly onto his back, pointing his four paws toward the blue August sky.

“Hey, Lily, I think I left my house keys on your kitchen table,” Mason said suddenly. “My mom’s going to be here in a minute. Could you see if they’re there? I don’t want to leave Buddy-boy.” He scratched the pale pink skin of Buddy’s belly.

Lily shrugged. “Sure.” Her long, dark hair swung as she hurried into her house, leaving me and Mason outside together.

“I did it.” He stopped petting Buddy and stood so he was close to me.

“Did what?” I shifted back. My bare legs pressed against the lavender blooms of a hydrangea bush. Big hedges and tall flowering bushes bordered the front of Lily’s house.

“She’s inside.” Mason had noticed my eyes dart nervously toward the front door. “She can’t hear us. I told my parents.”

I gazed blankly at him, my mind still on Lily.

“Sara, I told them. I did it.”

The urgency in his voice jolted me. “Really?” I squealed. I couldn’t believe it. I’d been pushing Mason for weeks to tell them, but I never thought he’d find the courage to do it. “What happened?”

“Last night after my baseball game, it happened again. I’d pitched nine innings and I was tired, you know? My body was tired, but my brain was more tired—tired of lying and always having to come up with a story to explain it. So when the Gatorade slid across the table, I just blurted it out.”

“What’d you say?”

“I told my mom that I moved the drink. Not with my hand or a string but with my mind.” Mason’s eyes shone. “I told her that I can move objects without touching them. I told her that I’ve always been able to.”

“This is huge!” I was so excited for him. He’d been tortured for so long, having kept his powers a secret from everyone. He’d never meant for me to be the first to find out. We barely knew each other. “What happened next?”

“My mom was skeptical. She went upstairs and had a long talk with my dad.” He pushed at the grass with the toe of his worn sneaker. “They came downstairs together. They kept suggesting other explanations. I showed them, but I don’t think they can wrap their minds around it yet. You are lucky that your dad understands everything about your powers.”

“He’s not fully there, believe me.”

“I have a feeling there will be a lot more ‘little talks,’ as my mom calls them, in our house.”

“But they weren’t angry, right? They didn’t yell or flip out or—”

“No. Can you believe it? They were calm. Surprised. Confused. But no screaming or blaming or any of the other stuff I’d expected.”

I had known deep down that Mason’s parents wouldn’t be mad at him, but he had convinced himself that they would be. That they wouldn’t...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Simon Spotlight
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2013
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1442483059
• ISBN 13: 9781442483057
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 160
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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