Overworld Chronicles Books 1-2: Sweet Blood of Mine & Dark Light of Mine by John Corwin Page A
Authors: John Corwin
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me over. I figured they were going to invite me then diss me at the last minute, but anything was better than standing alone in the middle of the lunch room. The Goth girl was with them. She had enough metal piercings in her nose, mouth, ears, and tongue to construct a battleship. Next to her sat a short guy with a hazardous amount of eye shadow and a red Mohawk flopped over to the side. I stared at them for several seconds before deciding I wasn't getting a better offer.
I sat uneasily next to the girl. If she sneezed, the flying metal would probably kill me.
"Hi," she said. The trailer hitch in her mouth clacked against her teeth.
I lost my appetite.
"Screw the system, dude," said the Goth guy who'd invited me over. "I'm Ash Falls." He pointed at the Goth girl. "She's Crye Rayne, and that," he said pointing to the Mohawk guy, "is Nyte Cradle."
"N-y-t-e," Nyte said.
I'd already figured out how to spell their names since Crye had written them in depressing Goth letters all over a notebook titled Poems of Dark Souls .
"Where'd you come up with those names?" I asked.
"They are our true names," Crye said. "You have your own waiting to come from the darkness of your soul."
"Mine is probably Stinky Crap," I said.
She burst out laughing. "Nice, Stinky. By the way, I was just kidding about the true names stuff. We like to act weird and mysterious since everyone expects it."
"Do I have to wear eye makeup too?" I cringed inside soon as the words left my mouth. Last thing I needed was to be a smartass to the only group in school that hadn't ostracized me.
Ash laughed. "You fight the systems, man. I like that. Doesn't matter whose system it is."
"Everyone belongs to a system," Crye said. "Even if they're alone in it."
"Like me," Nyte said.
"Fight the man?" I said. "Even if it's just you?"
"Especially if it's just you," Ash said. "Otherwise the man in your head will keep you down."
I opened my mouth to spit out another witty repartee, but Ash's comment hit a tender spot. I had been keeping myself down. I'd been scaring myself into submission over and over again. I wanted to take control but I didn't have a clue how. How did people like Brad not give a crap and do whatever they wanted even if it hurt people like Katie? How did people find the guts to put on eye shadow, black lipstick, and color their hair red? There was a fine line between not giving a crap and making it work, or ending up like the Goth crowd.
"I guess I don't have much use for those people," I said, nodding my head at the rest of the lunchroom.
And they don't have much use for me.
Chapter 7
Despite the cold shoulder from the general high school populace, I wasn't ready to trade in my cargo pants and sneakers for black leather pants and platform shoes. At least I had someone I could talk to and sit with, even if they were a bit touched in the head and on the creepy side. Then again, that described me perfectly.
As I left the lunchroom I ran into a meat wall, bounced off it, and fell onto my butt. I looked up at Nathan Spelman.
"Oh, excuse you," Nathan said. I tried to get up, but he put his hand on my head and pressed me into a sitting position. "Well, well." He crouched, keeping his sweaty palm on my head while other students walked past with wide eyes and/or smiles, depending on their current opinion of me.
"I want to make something crystal clear, stalker boy. You get within a hundred feet of Katie Johnson, and I'm going to smear you from one end of the hall to the other. Won't be enough left of you to put in a bucket."
"You get to stalk Katie but I don't?" I couldn't believe what I'd just said. Something was wrong with my mouth today. I needed to get it checked before someone punched my teeth out. Although that moment might be upon me.
Nathan popped me on the side of the head. For him it was probably a love tap. I felt my brain hit the side of my skull and stars danced in my eyes. "You better keep your mouth shut about things you don't
I sat uneasily next to the girl. If she sneezed, the flying metal would probably kill me.
"Hi," she said. The trailer hitch in her mouth clacked against her teeth.
I lost my appetite.
"Screw the system, dude," said the Goth guy who'd invited me over. "I'm Ash Falls." He pointed at the Goth girl. "She's Crye Rayne, and that," he said pointing to the Mohawk guy, "is Nyte Cradle."
"N-y-t-e," Nyte said.
I'd already figured out how to spell their names since Crye had written them in depressing Goth letters all over a notebook titled Poems of Dark Souls .
"Where'd you come up with those names?" I asked.
"They are our true names," Crye said. "You have your own waiting to come from the darkness of your soul."
"Mine is probably Stinky Crap," I said.
She burst out laughing. "Nice, Stinky. By the way, I was just kidding about the true names stuff. We like to act weird and mysterious since everyone expects it."
"Do I have to wear eye makeup too?" I cringed inside soon as the words left my mouth. Last thing I needed was to be a smartass to the only group in school that hadn't ostracized me.
Ash laughed. "You fight the systems, man. I like that. Doesn't matter whose system it is."
"Everyone belongs to a system," Crye said. "Even if they're alone in it."
"Like me," Nyte said.
"Fight the man?" I said. "Even if it's just you?"
"Especially if it's just you," Ash said. "Otherwise the man in your head will keep you down."
I opened my mouth to spit out another witty repartee, but Ash's comment hit a tender spot. I had been keeping myself down. I'd been scaring myself into submission over and over again. I wanted to take control but I didn't have a clue how. How did people like Brad not give a crap and do whatever they wanted even if it hurt people like Katie? How did people find the guts to put on eye shadow, black lipstick, and color their hair red? There was a fine line between not giving a crap and making it work, or ending up like the Goth crowd.
"I guess I don't have much use for those people," I said, nodding my head at the rest of the lunchroom.
And they don't have much use for me.
Chapter 7
Despite the cold shoulder from the general high school populace, I wasn't ready to trade in my cargo pants and sneakers for black leather pants and platform shoes. At least I had someone I could talk to and sit with, even if they were a bit touched in the head and on the creepy side. Then again, that described me perfectly.
As I left the lunchroom I ran into a meat wall, bounced off it, and fell onto my butt. I looked up at Nathan Spelman.
"Oh, excuse you," Nathan said. I tried to get up, but he put his hand on my head and pressed me into a sitting position. "Well, well." He crouched, keeping his sweaty palm on my head while other students walked past with wide eyes and/or smiles, depending on their current opinion of me.
"I want to make something crystal clear, stalker boy. You get within a hundred feet of Katie Johnson, and I'm going to smear you from one end of the hall to the other. Won't be enough left of you to put in a bucket."
"You get to stalk Katie but I don't?" I couldn't believe what I'd just said. Something was wrong with my mouth today. I needed to get it checked before someone punched my teeth out. Although that moment might be upon me.
Nathan popped me on the side of the head. For him it was probably a love tap. I felt my brain hit the side of my skull and stars danced in my eyes. "You better keep your mouth shut about things you don't
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