The Death Series: A Dark Dystopian Fantasy Box Set: (Books 1-3) (38 page)

CHAPTER 4

By far the AFTD class was the most interesting. I'd give it that. They knew I was going to be there. Only the second 5-point AFTD
ever
in the fifteen years since paranormal markers were discovered.

It was hard to go from being a teenager that never
wanted to be noticed for
anything
exceptional, to being the star pupil. My AFTD teacher actually
had
AFTD.

I guess the bozos had learned something after the mess with Jeffrey Parker. The other 5-point had accidentally raised a teacher that had A Really Bad Weekend and ended up dead, then came back to school wanting to serve Jeffrey. Righteous.

This teacher seemed pretty cool even though he was older (there were some okay adults but too few to count on it happening with any regularity).

He perched on a stool that looked super uncomfortable.

“Okay, people.” He searched our faces (there were only ten of us in the whole high school of 1300 kids). “This is our 'get to know you' day, and we may just as well talk about the pink elephant in the room first thing and get it out of the way.”

Great.

Everyone turned and looked at me. So much for blending in,
at all.

Dave Smith studied me, finally saying, “As I am sure many of you are aware, Mr. Hart here, shook up the paranormal community late last year with some extraordinary events that led to possible government involvement.” (
Ah, no “possible” about it
, I thought.)
“
Mainly, I am very pleased to have a rare, 5-point AFTD in my class. This is an opportunity of a lifetime and I'm thrilled to have Caleb in the class. Welcome.”

I thought the applause would start now but no luck. Tiff had a smirk that lit up her whole face and a big bubble popped, the sound echoing in the room.

Smith turned to Tiff, pointing to the separator, which he held out. “Miss Weller, please make your timely deposit.”

Tiff sighed, stomping over to the separator and throwing the gum in, making a wet plop as it landed.

Smith turned back to me. “As I was saying,” his glance briefly landing on Tiff, who had her chin balanced on her fist, her foot swinging a mile a minute, “We welcome Caleb and hope to learn more this year than ever before.”

We all stared blankly at him.

“Right!” he slapped his knee, standing. “Let's go over the five points and then you will receive your syllabus via pulse-pad.” He turned to us, his eyes lighting on the desks as a unit. Seeing that we had our pulse-pads, he turned and began to write down the categories.

He wrote for awhile, finally turning to the class. We looked at the white board and it looked something like:

Impressions/Sensing the Dead: One-point

Hauntings/Ghosts:Two-point

Murder/Traumatic-victim location: Three/four point

Cadaver-Manipulator: Five-point

*Cadaver-control: Five-point

Life-Transference in Theory: Six-point

Smith turned, facing the class while Tiff gave me The Look like, hey
unheard-of six point, how ya doin'?
I looked back, that was one morsel no one needed to know about just yet.
Parker
knew and so did the Graysheets.

A skinny girl with braces raised her hand. “Yes, Miss Cline?” Smith pointed to her as she lowered her hand.

“Ah, I was just wondering how many points you were?” she asked nervously.

“That's a great question. The truth is, Caleb has changed the requirements for who can instruct this class. I was the highest numbered AFTD in the country and was recruited for this school when it was made known that Caleb was a five-point. Of course, there is only one other, documented case, at that level. He does not appear to be available for teaching.”

Or anything else,
I added cryptically
.

“However, teachers who deliver classes where there are students that are five-points or multi-tiered, as is the case with Astral-Projection paranormals (I instantly thought of Sophie), need to have a teacher who is on par, or very near equal in paranormal ability. Gone are the days when a mundane can teach. We simply need a like-paranormal.”

I didn't understand why that wouldn't have been the case from the very beginning. I looked over at Tiff who was absently chewing on her nails waiting for anything of interest to happen (a person could die waiting for that).

We worked through all the prelim crap that you have to go through the first day of school and wrapped the day up in Griswold's PE class. Unbelievable.

Griswold stood at the front of the class and the only good thing was that the whole gang was there, including Alex (who I had a feeling was gonna be part of the group).

“Listen up, people. Some of you may know me from Kent Middle School.” Her eyes bored into each kid who had come from KMS, her eyes rested on ours a trifle long, I thought. “And I expect to have even less disciplinary problems with some of you.” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “For those students who are new to my class dynamic,” her horrible voice wheezed out in its grating tone, “this is it: you have two choices in my class, my way or,
my way.
”

As I saw it, that wasn't exactly a choice. The new kids looked around in confusion but they'd get it eventually.

“We have shared time together. No one and I mean no one, even the President of the United States, interrupts
my
class.”

She said this every year. I wasn't thinkin' the President was gonna show up, duh.

She droned on about some other useless crap and we got right into the calisthenics. We were still in alphabetical order and guess who I was next to? You got it, Carson Hamilton. Didn't it just suck to have the last name Hart when it got my ass next to his for the next four years? Because that's what it would be. PE being mandatory now throughout high school.

“Doing any corpses lately?” Carson asked like the girl he was.

“Piss off. Thought you called a truce, Hamilton,” I said, thinking about the drive-by and flip-off session at Gramps.

“Nah, I'd have to find someone interesting or more stupid than you. Besides, I've got skills now, you're no match for me. Or that crazy bitch girlfriend of yours.”

“Leave Jade out of it, dickhead.”

Carson smiled. “Make me.”

Griswold was suddenly there. “Well, some things never change. Is there going to be an issue needing my attention here, boys?”

“No, Miss Griswold,” but my voice said,
yes.

Her eyes narrowed on my face. “Tell me in a way that I'll believe next time, Mr. Hart.”

She swung that square head with the beady eyes on Carson. “And you...” she had her finger hovering underneath his nose because
damn
, had he grown over the summer, “I don't care who your relatives are, in this class your butt is mine and I know what you mutter underneath your breath when you think you're so smart. Stay stupid and you'll stay off my radar. Got me?” she asked, placing her hands on her plump hips. Why were PE teachers hogs anyway? Made zero sense.

Carson laughed and leaned into her, their noses almost touching and he said, “Whatever...”

I couldn't believe a teacher talked to him that way and that he talked that way back. She was a tough he-she, I'd give her that. “Take your attitude straight to the office, Hamilton.”

“Fine, whatever...” he said again, making a show of starting a little flame in his hand and blowing her a kiss.

“Go!” she almost yelled, pointing at the door. He went but looked over his shoulder at me, grinning. Wow, what a way to start freshman year. Then he gave me the middle finger salute as soon as she'd turned her back.

I guess there was some comfort in his consistency. If he'd been nice,
something would have been up.

Jade looked over at me. I just mouthed,
later
.

After PE ended and that first day of school was finally over, I could relax. The whole crew was in PE so we just went by our lockers and threw backpacks in and took out pulse-pads. Our parents had a lot of thumbprint signatures to make for all the BS paperwork about rules, discipline and syllabus stuff.

We moped around outside the school, missing Jonesy. Finally, Sophie said, whipping out her pulse, “I'm gonna just pulse him.”

We all had the new pulse phones now. My parents had gotten mine for my birthday last October, but like everything, prices had come down and all the kids had them. They were such an improvement over the old method: texting. Who'd want to enter everything with their fingers? Now we could just depress our thumb on the pulse-pad, and think our conversations and they appeared.

Damn handy.

We huddled around her while she pulsed the J-man.

Hey Soph! -
MJ

Hey Jonesy, whatcha doin'?
-SM

Well, survived the dumb-ass first day of school and had my man Bry at my back so all's good. What about my boys, what are they doin'? -
MJ

“Tell him to meet us at the hide-a-way,”
John said.

“When?” she asked, looking at me.

I held up four fingers.

Soph, are you holding down your thumb, I'm getting big-time feedback -
MJ

Sophie lifted her thumb, all her internal dialogue was all mixed up with answering us. Oops.

They’re right here...they wanna meet at the dump.
-SM

You goin' with?
-MJ

A light blush rose on her cheeks and she shooed us away to finish  the pulse without an audience.

Interesting.

“He's comin' by with Bry in the car,” she said.

We pulsed the Parental Authority but for Jade it was her aunt (couldn't live with her dad because he was a total Psycho and her mom was dead). And Alex, well... I think he lived with his grandparents.

Bry rolled up in his car while we were discussing transportation.

Perfect timing.

He and Jonesy got out of his car, the thing steaming like a casserole out of an oven. “Hey dude, looks like your car is imploding,” John remarked.

“Nah, she's still running,” he said, whacking a hand on the hood to emphasize its sturdiness and a hubcap popped off, rolling down the road that led out of the school. We all watched it as it made its way into the main street where cars started swerving to avoid it.

Jonesy looked on with interest. “Do ya need that for it to run?”

“Nope,” Bry said.

“No harm, no foul then!” Jonesy said, unfazed.

Sophie and Jade looked doubtful. “What if that happens to a tire.”

We were all quiet for a second, then Tiff said, “All the restraints work?”

Right. That'd work, I guess.

We all climbed in and made our way to Kent Refuse. We could discuss the day in detail and figure out a new scheme. Well Jonesy could figure out a new scheme.

We drove all the back roads so the cops wouldn't get excited about eight kids. (Even though Tiff said restraints, there just weren't enough so we were flirting with death...) Oh well.

Bry's car rolled up in front of the familiar fence and we piled out, all of us stretching out the kinks from the tight quarters of the car.

John said, “That isn't going to work, we need someone else to drive too or some of us ride our bikes. I feel like I can't breathe.”

“Shudup ya complainer!” Jonesy rallied, popping every bone in his body until Tiff told him to knock it off. He ignored her totally and did it until I told him to knock it off.

He did, smiling.

“Our dude Bry's got the wheels, he's King Transportation until one of you morons can get your license.”

We all rolled our eyes.

“Ah-doy. Some of us aren’t' even fifteen yet.” Sophie said.

“I am,” Alex piped in.

We all stared at him, he was smaller than everyone except Jade.

“Seriously?” Jonesy asked, all tact.

Alex sighed, pushing up his glasses. “Yeah...summer birthday. Studies have shown that males do better if they're on that cusp of the age range for attending school if they are slightly older. It can be an academic advantage.”

John was nodding while Bry and Jonesy looked at Alex suspiciously.

“Okay. Let me get this straight, you're what, three months older than me so you have an 'academic advantage',” Jonesy said.

John interrupted, “Don't try to figure it out Jonesy, he'll drive sooner, that's the cool part.”

Jonesy nodded. “I guess. Do ya have your permit at least?”

Alex nodded. “Of course.”

Jonesy screwed up his face and mimicked Alex, “ 'Of course'.”