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by Tamara Rose Blodgett


  The girls watched this process with various degrees of disgust. They had about the same lunch stuff as each other. Jade pulled out a small recyclable container that had some disgusting salad thing with tiny chunks of chicken. I grabbed her spork and did a full search for anything substantial. Nothing. Sophie had a noodle-salad casserole that smelled like rotting mayonnaise.

  John said, “Jonesy, look at what the girls eat. Maybe you could get a clue.” I knew he was yanking Jonesy's chain.

  Jonesy huffed, unimpressed. “I wouldn't eat that stuff if someone put a gun to my head.”

  Jade sniffed. “Well, you go ahead and eat three meals in one. Sophie and I will eat healthy.”

  John looked down at his lunch, which mimicked Jonesy's but with an awesome chocolate chip cookie instead of the disgusting nut-brownie—and shrugged.

  I laughed, and we all started eating.

  Between bites I asked John, “So what gives? You hit the radar as something ’cause you're in our building.”

  We looked expectantly at John.

  A slow flush crept up his face, he wasn't used to the attention, but he rallied. “I don't know. I thought there was a bunch of control questions, but there wasn't anything I thought was paranormal.”

  Our heads swiveled to Sophie, who had just shoveled a bite into her mouth, a small lump protruding from her cheek. We waited until she swallowed.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Well, what about you?” I inquired.

  She shrugged. “I guess I have some astral projection.”

  “Some?” Jade said.

  Sophie glanced down, her tight curls cascading forward, almost brushing the nasty casserole.

  “Maybe a little more than some,” she mumbled.

  Leaning forward, Jade cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered something to Sophie.

  Sophie looked around nervously then settled her gaze on Jonesy.

  “You can't tell anyone,” she directed, looking pointedly at Jonesy.

  “I'm not going to say anything!” he nearly shrieked.

  We all gave a big sigh.

  Jonesy leaned forward. “So barf it out. If it's not so juicy you think I'll blab.” He grinned, popped another Funyun in his mouth, and crossed his arms across his chest.

  Sophie gave him a sharp look. “So it's like this. About a month ago, I started dreaming I was traveling to all these places, far away places, like Europe. Remember in history class, when a bunch of us came in with the CE about the assassination?”

  John nodded. “I did my current event on that president.”

  “The French one?” Jade asked.

  “The prime minister,” Sophie corrected, sounding exasperated.

  “Right, prime minister. My bad,” John said, looking embarrassed. He of the perfect GPA had made a mistake. Unheard of.

  I put my hand over my mouth to hide my grin.

  Sophie looked smug.

  John's pale complexion flamed to life again. Being a known brain-iac only to be shown up by Sophie, a girl no less!

  “Anyway,” Sophie waved the awkward moment away with a hand, “I was there,” she said in a low voice.

  Jonesy leaned forward. “You mean... there, there? Like, as in, astral projection there?”

  Sophie nodded.

  “Well... damn, girl, no wonder you aced that CE! Cheater!” Jonesy said.

  John said slowly, “But they don't know who did it.”

  Jonesy yelled, “Do you?”

  “Sh, Jonesy... God!” Jade said.

  “Chillax, nobody heard.” Jonesy leaned back in his seat. The bigness of situations didn't impact the Jonester.

  “We need to be circumspect,” Sophie said.

  At our confused looks, she added,

  “Thoughtful and deliberate,” Sophie expounded.

  “More big-boy words for you, Jonesy,” I said.

  “Can it, Hart,” Jonesy growled. “You didn't know what it meant either.”

  He had me there.

  “Off topic, guys,” John said. “So... you know who did it, Sophie?”

  “Yeah,” she replied. “But that's not important. It's what happened after.”

  John palmed his chin, then finally shook his head. “I remember that the guy signed some important document.” .

  Sophie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, you're getting warmer. You remember all the adults were raging about how that document would 'change the face of France'?”

  I remembered my parents talking about it. I wasn't listening though. It fell under Not being Informed. “Yeah, so?”

  “He didn't actually sign it. Well, he did, and he didn't.”

  “Oh, Sophie!” Jade said. “Just tell them, or I will.”

  Sophie glared at Jade. “He was dead when he signed it. Dead.” She leaned back in her chair triumphantly and stabbed a helpless curlicue noodle with her fork. She popped it into her mouth and chewed slowly while we all sat, mouths agape, digesting this latest disaster.

  “Parker,” I said.

  Swallowing, she pointed her fork at me. “Bingo.”

  John said, “So if I’m following this, after the assassination, the prime minister was raised by Parker, who directed him to sign the document.”

  “What? Did the dude die twice?” Jonesy asked.

  Jade sighed. “No. Listen, there was an assassination. But the bad guys made it look like he lived. The prime minister signed the thing as a zombie, then they made it look like he didn't make it after all.”

  Jonesy nodded. “Oh. Well, I did my CE on some Greenpeace thing.”

  No wonder he didn't have a clue.

  “Gah!” Sophie said, disgusted with the general ignorance that was Jonesy.

  “Everybody knows I don't dig that civic crap.”

  “What-ev-er! It was kinda important,” Jade said.

  Jonesy shrugged, completely unconcerned.

  “The bottom line: Parker changed history,” I said.

  We were all quiet at that revelation.

  “You're in deep shit,” Jonesy told me.

  “Ya think?” I replied.

  Jonesy bobbed his head. “I do.”

  Sophie said, “Listen, I'm a witness to the whole thing. What do you think about that? Imagine the trouble I'd be in if they knew that I knew.”

  “We need some kind of plan, an objective,” John said.

  “A what?” Jonesy asked.

  John just looked at him; we did a lot of that.

  “Listen, have any of you freaks o’ nature considered that the Jones man here doesn't have any cool powers?”

  He was a mundane in a pond of paranormals.

  John ducked his head. “You're right. I'll try to be more patient. After all, you get stuff done.”

  “Yeah! Damn straight! I'm accomplished. I'm legitimate. I'm—”

  “Okay, Jonesy, we know your importance,” Sophie said.

  “Listen,” I said. “Let's not get distracted. We've got”—I glanced at the pulse clock—“less than three minutes to formulate a plan. And let me just restate the obvious: we still don't know what the blue hell John is.”

  “That's true, Caleb,” John said. “But we have bigger problems, like Carson and Brett, and getting through this test.”

  “Well, I want to meet somewhere and figure it out,” Sophie said.

  “Where?” Jade asked, glancing at the clock again.

  Jonesy let a slow grin spread over his face.

  I started to shake my head. “No-oh, don't you even think it.”

  Jade added, “No way, Jonesy.”

  “Yes way, sista!”

  “Oh crap,” John moaned, doing a face-palm.

  “What?” Sophie asked, confused. She hadn't been fully looped yet.

  “The Cemetery!” Jonesy clapped his hands together gleefully, barely containing his joy.

  A glimmer of hope sparkled in my mind's eye, wrapping a fist around it. I held it tight like the world depended on it.

  Maybe it did.
/>   CHAPTER 20

  The testing wrapped at the end of school. That was a good thing because after lunch, I could feel my brain sharpening. I could only hope that the drug's effect had lasted long enough.

  As we filed out of Delta, we were scanned again for dismissal. Our pulse pads were scanned as well. The committee of “they” would know what our collective aptitudes were, paranormal or otherwise and there'd be no mystery about each other's powers. The results would set what school we'd be at for the next four years.

  No pressure.

  I grabbed my backpack out of my locker, noticing that it was not in the place that I'd left it. I looked around but didn’t see anyone suspicious, like the Formula-people.

  They were top on my list of suspects. Lurking around doorways and such, not doing much of anything. Didn't like it.

  Jade strolled up, looking dark and mysterious.

  Hotness.

  “Hi.”

  I smiled, smitten as usual. Then I had a thought.

  “Before we go, would you.. um… do a feelie on my locker?”

  “A what?”

  “Ya know, touch my locker and see who's been in it.”

  Jade put her hands on her hips and got that look.

  I pointed at the double hook on the left side. “I always hang my backpack here, and I hang my cap on the right.”

  “Which you never wear,” she noted.

  “True, but my mom makes me take it to school in case I get cold.”

  “You never get cold.”

  “Right, but my mom feels better about it. And when she asks, I can say it's in my locker just in case.”

  “Okay?”

  “Anyways, when I came back from the AP testing, the backpack was on the right and the cap on the left.”

  That cute little frown between her eyes made an appearance. She was thinking it through, no cluttering up the moment with chatter. I loved that. She reached out and touched the hook, wrapping her delicately built fingers around the cool metal.

  I had a moment when I didn't think anything would happen, then her body stiffened, and her eyes glazed over. Her eyelids fluttered, and she started to sway. I caught her before she fell.

  “I think I'm gonna be sick,” she said.

  Like... right here?

  The Js charged up out of nowhere.

  “What's wrong with Jade?” John asked.

  I shook my head. “I don't know. Jonesy, get my water out of my backpack.”

  John grabbed a chair from one of the commons tables and put it next to Jade. I carefully lowered her down on the seat.

  “Jade, can you hear me?” John asked.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “Put your head between your knees.”

  Jade did it. Jonesy hopped from one foot to the other, holding the water bottle.

  John put his hand on Jade's back.

  “What's going on, Caleb?”

  “I don't know. I had her do the whammy on my locker because someone's been messin' around in there, and she had like, I don't know, a moment or something and got all dizzy.”

  “The whammy?” Jonesy asked.

  John answered, “She used her empath powers to find out who infiltrated Caleb's locker.”

  Jonesy asked, “Someone rippin' off your crap?”

  I shook my head.

  “Nothing's missing, but someone was in here.”

  “But... it's a pulse lock.”

  Jade began to raise her head. Jonesy gave her the water. She took it and raised the bottle to her lips.

  “Just sip that, Jade,” John said. He turned to me.

  “That means a manual bypass.”

  Jonesy smiled. “Bringin' up that civic crap again. That bores me 'til I weep, dude.”

  “How do you figure?” I asked.

  Jonesy shrugged. “Because who’s gonna be able to bypass a pulse lock unless they're government?”

  “Not bad, Jonesy, not bad at all,” John said.

  Jade looked scared.

  “He's right. They're total posers.”

  “Who are posers, Jade?” John asked.

  “The Formula People,” she replied.

  I sucked in a big breath. That was the name I had given those people in my head.

  Jade looked at me. “I know what you thought, Caleb. You touched the hook, too.”

  “How can you tell it's me and not them thinking?”

  Jade did a huge eye roll. She was definitely feeling better.

  She lowered her voice and asked, “How do you know one zombie from another?”

  Well, that was easy. They just felt different. It was like hearing a voice; no two were alike.

  Some of what I thought must have shown on my face because she said, “See? It's like that.”

  “So it's like a signature?” John asked.

  She shrugged. “I guess. It's hard to explain this stuff to someone that doesn't do it.”

  I noticed the death volume wasn't loud and mentioned that. The drug was definitely flushed out of my system.

  “It's kinda random now anyway, right?” Jonesy asked.

  I thought about it. Sometimes the voices were loud, other times hardly there. I couldn't figure out why they came and went.

  “Who was it, Jade?” I asked.

  “I don't know who they are, but I know what they are. They're government all right, just not the government that we know about. They're like a subdivision of a subdivision.”

  That sounded bad. I thought of my ransacked house, where nothing had been stolen but everything had been touched or moved.

  “Let's split. I don't want to talk about this here,” John said, looking around.

  Good idea. We gathered our crap up and started to walk away.

  “Wait,” Jade said.

  I turned toward her. “You okay?”

  She nodded. “Getting there. Let me go find Sophie first.”

  Jonesy made a face. Uh-oh. Jade put her hands back on her hips and marched over to Jonesy.

  “You got a problem with Sophie?” she demanded, her expression fierce.

  “No, no problem,” Jonesy sputtered, caving.

  “You looked like you had one.”

  “It's just… we used to be an all-guy thing, and now... well, we may be getting too many hens in the chicken coop.”

  “Oh, please! You bunch of roosters need all the help you can get. Be grateful!”

  She pivoted on her heel and went off in search of Sophie.

  “We’ll meet you outside,” I called after her.

  We watched her stalk off.

  “You handled that well, Jonester,” John said.

  “Yeah,” he said glumly.

  “Maybe next time just let the girls come,” I said.

  Jonesy scowled.

  “This mundane thing blows goats. And the girls are taking over the world.”

  “Not yet,” I said, winking.

  We walked out to the school parking lot, where cars swarmed everywhere. We hiked over to a small grassy knoll. I threw my backpack behind my head and laid down. Jonesy and John flanked me.

  John said, “We have to find out what these...”

  “Formula People,” I supplied.

  “Yeah, them. What they really want from you,” John said.

  “They're just rooting around, hoping to come up with something,” I said.

  “Good thing you didn't put that pill bottle in your backpack,” Jonesy said.

  Two shadows fell over us. I shielded my eyes with my palm and sat up on my elbows.

  “Let's go,” Sophie said.

  “I’m not going to the cemetery,” I said.

  “Oh, come on, Hart! You can clean house if anyone shows up!” Jonesy sat up and pantomimed punching.

  “I don't want to. Every time I go to the cemetery, a bunch of crap rains down on our heads. No!”

  “What could happen?” Sophie asked.

  We stared at her. She laughed. “It's that bad?”

  “Yeah,” we sa
id in unison.

  “But it is the safest place, the most private,” Jade reasoned.

  I thought about it, wavering. There really wasn't a very good alternative. “Okay, everybody pulse the parental authority, get the go ahead, and let's book to the graveyard.”

  “Wait,” John said. “Let's have a look-out. We don't want to be followed.”

  “Brilliant. I'll do it,” Sophie said.

  I nodded and we dug out our pulses, getting the parents handled.

  I put my hand on Jade's shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

  “Aunt Andrea says I need to go home and check in.”

  John said, “I don't like it.”

  That made two of us.

  “Not normal, Jade.”

  “I know, right?”

  “You don't think it's your crazy-ass dad, do ya?” Jonesy asked delicately.

  I glared at him.

  Jade saw and said, “It's okay. My dad is crazier than a shit-house rat.”

  Sophie barked a very un-girl-like laugh.

  “Where did you get that one?”

  “Andrea.”

  “I guess she's good for something.”

  “Sophie, she really tries. They were raised in the same family, ya know.”

  “I know.” Sophie put her hand on Jade’s other shoulder.

  So we both had our hands on our girl. Sophie's eyes met mine. Jade was fragile, and we loved her. A fierce grip of possession blossomed in me, and I felt a new focus for my life.

  Jade gave us that radiant smile reserved for me and her best friend. I'd take that.

  CHAPTER 21

  As I got closer to the graveyard, the voices grew louder. Jade and I led the way with Sophie slightly behind us and the Js pulling up the rear.

  Holding hands, Jade and I swept under the arch of scrolling metal. With her touching me, I was tuned to the frequency of the dead.

  John trotted up to us, and the whispering dimmed. “So where do you want to go?”

  I tilted my head to the right. “Let's head over to Clyde's grave.”

  “Clyde?” Jade asked.

  “Yeah, he's by far my favorite corpse.”

  Jade laughed. “Ah... okay, whatever you say.”

  “I've never seen the fun, so I'll assume being in the cemetery is kinda risky,” Sophie said.

 

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