Authors: Cassandra Giovanni
Walking in the Shadows
Copyright © Cassandra Giovanni, 2012
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Walking in the Shadows
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012912435
1. Murder—Fiction. 2. Vampires—Fiction. 3. Mystery—Fiction. 4. Love—Fiction. 5. High school—Fiction. 6. Amherst, MA—Fiction. I. Title
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Table of Contents
hadn’t always been like this;
a shadow person always on the edge of my lies. It was a matter of
circumstance more than anything—a
avoided telling him. When I walked into the classroom I avoided his eye
s and shuffled to take a seat as far away from his livid glare as possible
y name is Mr. K
I already knew
who he was
. He made me happy and undeniably flighty, so flighty that I had congratulated him on his acceptance of his dream job at the local high school. It was the high school
that I was
Now sitting in
I looked up into the eyes of the man
I was utterly in love and beseeched him to unde
. His aquamarine
eyes were dark with condemnation and fury
, yet his voice gave away none of those
as he continued
“Let’s start by going around the room and introducing ourselves. Say your name and one
thing about yourself that is o
as well as your favorite book,” h
e swallowed and looked
away from me.
e nodded at the girl in the front row.
She smiled sugar sweet
and I swore I tasted bile in my throat
as she giggled
you know my name. I just recently graduated
here I am
teaching for my first year
I could hear
anger in his
Despite the fact that
I was looking
at my notebook
I knew he was looking directly at me
“My favorite novel
Thirty Nine Steps
by John Buchanan
Almost every girl said their
ite book was some novel from
a craze I thought
end. I would not be one of them, for I had never picked up
one of those
books and now never could
—another matter of circumstance
. The girl i
n front of me turned with
smile on her face.
“Your turn newbie.”
I looked up at h
his eyes were distant because
he already knew all my
. I opene
d my mouth to speak, but shut it.
I felt paralyzed
a complete idiot
to the class
. I didn’t
e what they thought of me
, but what
he thought meant the world
had no idea what he was thinking
fear there is nothing of interest about me,
saw a faint smile
I could tell he was remember
ing when I had said that to him and
by Jane Austen is my favorite novel.”
The smile quickly faded and his
eyes met mine agai
I looked away in agony—
an agony I had not felt since the day my parents had been murdered.
hat’s wrong?” m
priced a shirt
with an unusual amount of force
with the gun
I mumbled back.
“I had a bad day at school. I’
I don’t exactly fit in,
with the words.
I was fine with not fitting
it was everything else about the day that was wrong.
“You grew up fa
re still growing up. I
t’s not necessarily a bad thing…y
ou have your head on straight.”
not so sure about that,
” I replied as
I picked up the shirt and admired it.
as she watched me smooth the shirt
with particular care
the subject changed
urs and these,” s
he said as she dug
through a pile of
ill look great along with
your skinny jeans.”
, I can’t take this fr
om you. . .”
“I can spoil you as much as I want. Your parents woul
d want me to because they can’t,
and I took them
knowing there was
no fighting her on the subject.
She leaned in and whispered,
. . .
it was Tad’s first day at his new job
Have you talked to him yet?
hard to sound
I wouldn’t have to explain what I had done.
Did you see him today?”
I looked up
sure my eyes said it all.