Cassidy Jones and the Seventh Attendant (Cassidy Jones Adventures, Book Three) by Elise Stokes
Authors: Elise Stokes
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Art and History, or the Denny, as we locals called it.
Queen Kiya’s tomb had been unearthed in the 1970s. Aside from mummies and artifacts, a curse had been discovered etched over the entrance to her tomb: Death will come swiftly at the hands of the seven attendants to those who disturb the sacred headdress of the queen —or something along those lines. Apparently the queen had been rather attached to her crown, and upon her death it was laid to rest with her, as were seven guardsmen.
Goose bumps had cropped up on my arms when Mr. Loescher shared that seven men were put to death in order to guard their queen in the afterlife. Morbid, to say the least. He also told us that when the tomb was uncovered hundreds of years later, one of the attendants was missing.
“Maybe the seventh attendant went after some grave robbers and got lost,” Nina Puskara had suggested. Her joke received much laughter, but I thought it was an interesting theory. If mutants were possible, why not an embalmed man coming back to life?
~~~
After lunch period, Mr. Loescher’s students piled into two school buses. Shana Carlos slid into a seat, and Carli sat next to her. Lucretia Burns and I sat behind them.
A slow, steady stream of bodies brushed past us as we four girls chatted. The stream paused, and I felt fingers comb into my hair.
“Hey,” Chad said, giving my hair a tug.
Lucretia’s eyes widened.
Taken aback and mad as a hornet that Chad would dare touch my hair, I yanked my head around to glare at him.
The jerk smiled.
“Hey, yourself,” I spat. “Get your hand out of my hair.”
Behind him, bleach-blond Mindy Ames stared at me like I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. She hated me, as did all of Robin Newton’s remoras. I can understand why Robin didn’t care for me. I had broken her nose, which made her face not so perfect anymore. It was an accident, of course, but tell Robin that. Her minions despised me simply because she did.
“How did that happen?” Chad asked. He was still feigning surprise over my hair being entwined around his gross fingers.
I’d had enough, so I reached behind my head and secured his wrist. Chad smiled like he thought I was playing along. Once I started squeezing his wrist, forcing his fingers to flex, he would change his assessment.
While this was going on, Mindy complained, “You’re holding everyone up, Chad.” She pushed against him.
He exaggerated a sigh and extracted his hand from my hair. “Later, Red,” he said, grazing my cheek with the back of his hand.
Stunned by his brazenness, all I could do was watch him and Mindy move to the back of the bus to sit with the other elitists. Good thing for you and your nasty fingers I was too appalled to react , I thought as he plopped down in a seat, grinning at me. Apparently he thought he had won me over.
“Tell me . . .” Carli hooked my face and pulled it around to her. “What was that about?”
“Cassidy kicked Chad’s butt,” Shana eagerly answered for me.
I laughed. Geez, talk about embellishing .
Carli’s mouth hung open, revealing the blue bands on her lower braces. “You did not tell me this,” she protested. “When? Where? How ?”
I didn’t need to tell her. Shana did.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Carli complained again after Shana had given her the scoop.
I shrugged. Frankly, I hadn’t thought about Chad since Fight Club, not with everything else occupying my mind.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know,” Lucretia said to Carli. “Everyone’s talking about it.”
“Makes sense,” I contributed. “Boys are big blabbermouths.”
“I wish you were,” Carli bellyached. “Well, here’s something I bet you don’t know.” She leaned toward me with a smug expression. Lucretia, Shana, and I leaned toward her in turn. “Chad and Robin Newton are going out.”
~~~
The Queen Kiya exhibit was super cool. Next to a life-size replica of an Egyptian tomb, the exhibit
Queen Kiya’s tomb had been unearthed in the 1970s. Aside from mummies and artifacts, a curse had been discovered etched over the entrance to her tomb: Death will come swiftly at the hands of the seven attendants to those who disturb the sacred headdress of the queen —or something along those lines. Apparently the queen had been rather attached to her crown, and upon her death it was laid to rest with her, as were seven guardsmen.
Goose bumps had cropped up on my arms when Mr. Loescher shared that seven men were put to death in order to guard their queen in the afterlife. Morbid, to say the least. He also told us that when the tomb was uncovered hundreds of years later, one of the attendants was missing.
“Maybe the seventh attendant went after some grave robbers and got lost,” Nina Puskara had suggested. Her joke received much laughter, but I thought it was an interesting theory. If mutants were possible, why not an embalmed man coming back to life?
~~~
After lunch period, Mr. Loescher’s students piled into two school buses. Shana Carlos slid into a seat, and Carli sat next to her. Lucretia Burns and I sat behind them.
A slow, steady stream of bodies brushed past us as we four girls chatted. The stream paused, and I felt fingers comb into my hair.
“Hey,” Chad said, giving my hair a tug.
Lucretia’s eyes widened.
Taken aback and mad as a hornet that Chad would dare touch my hair, I yanked my head around to glare at him.
The jerk smiled.
“Hey, yourself,” I spat. “Get your hand out of my hair.”
Behind him, bleach-blond Mindy Ames stared at me like I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. She hated me, as did all of Robin Newton’s remoras. I can understand why Robin didn’t care for me. I had broken her nose, which made her face not so perfect anymore. It was an accident, of course, but tell Robin that. Her minions despised me simply because she did.
“How did that happen?” Chad asked. He was still feigning surprise over my hair being entwined around his gross fingers.
I’d had enough, so I reached behind my head and secured his wrist. Chad smiled like he thought I was playing along. Once I started squeezing his wrist, forcing his fingers to flex, he would change his assessment.
While this was going on, Mindy complained, “You’re holding everyone up, Chad.” She pushed against him.
He exaggerated a sigh and extracted his hand from my hair. “Later, Red,” he said, grazing my cheek with the back of his hand.
Stunned by his brazenness, all I could do was watch him and Mindy move to the back of the bus to sit with the other elitists. Good thing for you and your nasty fingers I was too appalled to react , I thought as he plopped down in a seat, grinning at me. Apparently he thought he had won me over.
“Tell me . . .” Carli hooked my face and pulled it around to her. “What was that about?”
“Cassidy kicked Chad’s butt,” Shana eagerly answered for me.
I laughed. Geez, talk about embellishing .
Carli’s mouth hung open, revealing the blue bands on her lower braces. “You did not tell me this,” she protested. “When? Where? How ?”
I didn’t need to tell her. Shana did.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Carli complained again after Shana had given her the scoop.
I shrugged. Frankly, I hadn’t thought about Chad since Fight Club, not with everything else occupying my mind.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know,” Lucretia said to Carli. “Everyone’s talking about it.”
“Makes sense,” I contributed. “Boys are big blabbermouths.”
“I wish you were,” Carli bellyached. “Well, here’s something I bet you don’t know.” She leaned toward me with a smug expression. Lucretia, Shana, and I leaned toward her in turn. “Chad and Robin Newton are going out.”
~~~
The Queen Kiya exhibit was super cool. Next to a life-size replica of an Egyptian tomb, the exhibit
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