The Sight E-Book

Doug Robbins

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

A young boy brings his ghost cat to a boarding school. He must endure a tough ghost who tricks him and as a result, he must say goodbye to his ghost cat. 

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Doug Robbins

The Sight

A young boy brings his ghost cat to a boarding school. He must endure a tough ghost who tricks him and as a result, he must say goodbye to his ghost cat. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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An expression of worry crossed mom's brow. A dark cloud hung over mom's heavy heart, which served in stark contrast to the sun shining externally. ''I want you to write me everyday, understand?'' Mom asked.

''Of course I will, mom.'' I replied.

''Your father and I,'' Mom started.

''Stepfather,'' I corrected her.

''Right, your stepdad and I are both real proud of you getting a scholarship to go to this boarding school, but if you ever miss me, I'm just a plane ride and phone call away, got it, sweetie?''

I could see the tears well up in her pretty gray eyes. ''Ok, mom,'' I whimpered, it broke my heart to see my mom in that kind of emotional distress. In thirteen years my mom and I had never been that far apart. I'd be gone for nine months, an entire semester. Mom gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"I love you. Take care of yourself, and Buster, okay?''

''Okay, mom. I will.''

Buster was my black cat. I spoke to him telepathically. He had the sight like me. He could see spirits just like me. My stepfather, Rob, was at work. He was a factory worker. I was an only child and at my old school,  I wasn't exactly Mr. Popular.  

That was ok, I guess. Popularity was it's own prison. I preferred the shackles of anonymity. ''Bye mom,'' I said, waving to her. Buster followed me into the school. The reader may be wondering how I was allowed to bring a cat to my boarding school? The answer was simple. Buster was a ghost cat. I was the only one able to see him or communicate with him.

How did my mom know about Buster? Simple, she didn't. I pretended mom talked about Buster just to introduce Buster to the reader. I'm pretty sneaky. Remember that, Ok? It may or may not come back later in the story.

My dorm was called Hazard. I wish I was kidding but  I wasn't. The place was actually called Hazard. Can you believe it? Anyway, I got my key from the lady behind the front desk, Samantha, and headed off to my dorm. I couldn't help but notice how gray the walls were. ''This place looks like a doctor's office,'' I thought. ''How appropriate, it makes me want to throw up.''

At least here I wouldn't have to put up with my glowering and grunting stepfather. I guess he found me to be a major disappointment, seeing as how I wasn't a big football star. Don't get me wrong, watching football on television was cool and even playing it in the school yard was fun too, but I had no interest in playing the sport in an organized school event sort of way.

My room number was thirteen. What else should I have expected? There was a window which I could see the football field from. The room had a desk and a dresser drawer and a closet. There were also two beds. I soon became aware I was not alone, I heard a knock on the door behind me. I spun around and found a short and frail looking boy gawking at me. ''Hello,'' I said.

''Greetings and salutations. You must be my roommate,'' the kid said.

''Yeah, the name's Clay,'' I said.

''Splendid,'' the kid said. ''Is it short for Clayton?''

I shook my head. ''No, and if you ever call me Clayton, I'll drop you out that window. Got it?''

''Affirmative. My name is Dexter Wesley. Kids around here call me The Brain.''

''That's cool. I'm just going to call you Dexter.''

''Ha hah,'' Dexter laughed, nasally. ''Suit yourself, friend.''

''I'm not your friend,'' I thought. For some reason I didn't say this. I suppose he already thought I was rather abrasive and I didn't want the kid thinking I was a total creep and who knows, I may need all the help fitting in I could get, right?