Vampire Lies (Blood and Snow Season Book 1) by Rashelle Workman Page A
Authors: Rashelle Workman
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wouldn’t be able to smell the blood.
Mr. Butters shrugged, closed the tin, and put it back in his drawer. “Now.” He scooted his chair forward and started clicking keys. “Jackie Ryder. Let’s see.” He pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. “It says you’ve completed two years of English. Good.” He glanced over, checking for verification.
“Yes,” I said, allowing my backpack to fall into the chair beside me.
“ Looks like you’ve taken one year of history and a semester of Spanish.” He continued to look at the screen. “So, you still need a semester of PE and a three semesters of Spanish.”
I grinned even though I had no idea what PE was. “That sounds right.” I thought about asking if being able to speak ogre, elfish, and unicorn would count, but I had the feeling he might thing I was cracked, so I held my tongue.
“Since you’re coming in halfway through the first semester, there is limited availability. You understand?”
“Yeah, I get it.” My heart was pounding rapidly. I had a feeling that at any moment Mr. Butters would see I wasn’t human, and that I didn’t understand at all.
But he seemed to be oblivious.
“Let’s do this.” He spoke while he tapped on his keys. I realized he wasn’t talking for his benefit not mine, and used the opportunity to glance around the room. On the wall behind him were a few different certificates. I guessed they had to do with his schooling. On the wall next to the door was a metal cabinet. Books were stacked almost to the ceiling on top of it. To my right was a window and underneath it was a machine. I glanced outside. It was a bright October morning. The sky was a crisp blue. The office overlooked a grassy area. There was a couple kissing heavily, their arms roaming all over each other.
A bell rang and they broke apart, running in opposite directions.
I turned my attention back to Mr. Butters. He was watching me, a strange look on his face. “So,” he began. “I think I’ve got it figured out.” A noise came from the machine under the window. A paper came out the bottom. “That’s your schedule.”
I took the paper and read over it.
“I gave you the same lunch as Mr. Anderson, so you’ll know one person at least.” He smiled, showing his crooked teeth. Somehow they worked on his face.
“Um, oka y.” I had no idea who Mr. Anderson was.
“Cameron. The young man who brought you into the office.” Mr. Butters clasped his hands together.
“Oh. Thank you.”
“Of course.” He began typing again. “Your locker will be on the second floor, which is near several of your classes.” He wrote something on a yellow piece of paper, pulled it off and held it out. “Here’s your locker number and the combination.”
I took it.
“Tell no one your combination. Memorize it and then throw that paper away. Got it?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t sure what a locker was, but I figured I’d find out soon enough.
He stood and opened his door. “Sydney, would you mind giving Jack a tour of the school and help her find her first class?”
Sydney nodded vigorously. “Of course, Mr. Butters.” She grabbed her jacket. “Come on. You’re going to love it here.”
I wanted to believe her. I did. But I wasn’t feeling excited. Instead I felt kind of sick.
Chapter 11
The school had A days and B days. On A days I was supposed to go to different classes than my B days. Each class was ninety minutes long with a thirty-five minute lunch—except Tuesdays. That was what they called a “short day,” which meant school started at eight-thirty instead of seven-thirty.
It was Monday, a B day, and according to the paper schedule I clutched in my hands, that meant I had Creative Writing, PE, something called Homeroom, Pre-Calculus, and history. On A days, I had accounting, Homeroom, chemistry, English, and Spanish.
Sydney walked me around the school , taking me to the cafeteria, the auditorium, and the
Mr. Butters shrugged, closed the tin, and put it back in his drawer. “Now.” He scooted his chair forward and started clicking keys. “Jackie Ryder. Let’s see.” He pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. “It says you’ve completed two years of English. Good.” He glanced over, checking for verification.
“Yes,” I said, allowing my backpack to fall into the chair beside me.
“ Looks like you’ve taken one year of history and a semester of Spanish.” He continued to look at the screen. “So, you still need a semester of PE and a three semesters of Spanish.”
I grinned even though I had no idea what PE was. “That sounds right.” I thought about asking if being able to speak ogre, elfish, and unicorn would count, but I had the feeling he might thing I was cracked, so I held my tongue.
“Since you’re coming in halfway through the first semester, there is limited availability. You understand?”
“Yeah, I get it.” My heart was pounding rapidly. I had a feeling that at any moment Mr. Butters would see I wasn’t human, and that I didn’t understand at all.
But he seemed to be oblivious.
“Let’s do this.” He spoke while he tapped on his keys. I realized he wasn’t talking for his benefit not mine, and used the opportunity to glance around the room. On the wall behind him were a few different certificates. I guessed they had to do with his schooling. On the wall next to the door was a metal cabinet. Books were stacked almost to the ceiling on top of it. To my right was a window and underneath it was a machine. I glanced outside. It was a bright October morning. The sky was a crisp blue. The office overlooked a grassy area. There was a couple kissing heavily, their arms roaming all over each other.
A bell rang and they broke apart, running in opposite directions.
I turned my attention back to Mr. Butters. He was watching me, a strange look on his face. “So,” he began. “I think I’ve got it figured out.” A noise came from the machine under the window. A paper came out the bottom. “That’s your schedule.”
I took the paper and read over it.
“I gave you the same lunch as Mr. Anderson, so you’ll know one person at least.” He smiled, showing his crooked teeth. Somehow they worked on his face.
“Um, oka y.” I had no idea who Mr. Anderson was.
“Cameron. The young man who brought you into the office.” Mr. Butters clasped his hands together.
“Oh. Thank you.”
“Of course.” He began typing again. “Your locker will be on the second floor, which is near several of your classes.” He wrote something on a yellow piece of paper, pulled it off and held it out. “Here’s your locker number and the combination.”
I took it.
“Tell no one your combination. Memorize it and then throw that paper away. Got it?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t sure what a locker was, but I figured I’d find out soon enough.
He stood and opened his door. “Sydney, would you mind giving Jack a tour of the school and help her find her first class?”
Sydney nodded vigorously. “Of course, Mr. Butters.” She grabbed her jacket. “Come on. You’re going to love it here.”
I wanted to believe her. I did. But I wasn’t feeling excited. Instead I felt kind of sick.
Chapter 11
The school had A days and B days. On A days I was supposed to go to different classes than my B days. Each class was ninety minutes long with a thirty-five minute lunch—except Tuesdays. That was what they called a “short day,” which meant school started at eight-thirty instead of seven-thirty.
It was Monday, a B day, and according to the paper schedule I clutched in my hands, that meant I had Creative Writing, PE, something called Homeroom, Pre-Calculus, and history. On A days, I had accounting, Homeroom, chemistry, English, and Spanish.
Sydney walked me around the school , taking me to the cafeteria, the auditorium, and the
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