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It's always hard to fit in at high school, but especially when you're a powerful half-elf whose very existence is illegal. So when Taylor Keaton's ability to control all four elements lands her a spot at an elite school for magical espionage, she prays her years of running are finally over. However, sorcerers kill
But why do the sorcerers want
The mission will require hacking the code behind a suspicious online video game, gaining entrance to a room full of secure servers, and bypassing one of the best magical security systems in the world. It'll also mean bridging cultural gaps to make friends--possibly the hardest task of all--because she can't do these things alone.
BLACKBIRD can be a standalone novel, but is also the first in a planned series. I also have a master's degree in English. You can find more information on my website. Thank you for your time.
Chapter One: A Not-so-smooth Criminal
After the years of hiding, all it took to bring me down was one slipup and an idiot with a camera phone. As the final minutes of my life ticked away in first period Bio II, I pondered the absurdity of this, my guitar pick scratching out a tuneless riff against my pants leg.
I gripped the pick, digging it into my palm until my fingers turned the color of my chipping purple nail polish. I shoved the pick into my pocket. James Loeper could be stopped--if I got the phone. I stood up, slipping a test tube and a couple petri dishes into my hoodie pocket as I did.
Getting out of class was the easy part. Mr. Mueller, like most guys, was scared to death of "girl stuff," so I just grabbed a not-quite-concealed tampon, went up to him, and said, "Umm...Mr. Mueller, can I go to the bathroom?"
Poor Mr. Mueller. Ears going pink, he mumbled to somewhere above my head, "Sure,
I should have been relieved, but the knot in my stomach just tied more kinks. Still, I walked down the grey and white hall as confidently as I could. The key to not getting caught was acting like you knew what you were doing. And though I had no freaking clue what I was doing, I couldn't get caught. My life depended on it.