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Tales from Foster High: Book One Kyle has worked hard at being the invisible student, toiling through high school in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. Brad is the baseball star at Foster High. When they bond over a night of history tutoring, Kyle thinks that maybe his life has taken a. GOODE. Tales of Foster High 1 – Maybe With a Chance of Certainty - Free download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online for free. Wondering why you can't find some bestselling titles in our collection? Find out more here. ×. Title details for Maybe With a Chance of Certainty by John Goode - .
Published in Oct. Reprinted by permission of the author. Once, not so long ago but before our time, all people were the same person. In those days it was possible to browse the spice aisle at the supermarket while you lay in bed reading a book, harvested lemons from an orchard, went snailing past a traffic accident on the highway, and hammered a piton into a rock face, coloring the air with that marimba-like sound of steel entering granite. The best experiences were inextricably wrapped up with the worst, the happiest with the most miserable, and no one received so much as an instant of life without also dying somewhere. That was just the way things were. Though there was love back then, or something like it, there was no privacy.
It must be her imagination. They were friends, and friends helped each other. That was all there was to it. Her discomfort had nothing to do with the way all six feet two inches of him filled out his cargos and T-shirt, the way his blue eyes always seemed to be focused on her, or the fact that she genuinely liked his personality more than his blond buffness. But how did she reconcile her attraction to Lance while John was still in her heart?
She reached forward and turned off the radio to answer the Part of him wanted to take a closer look. Another part wanted to run like hell. Not that it mattered. He had no business getting near that body. Worry for her quickly wiped out any concern for himself. Viewing photos was not the same as seeing the body in situ. He guided her toward his Jeep. He opened the hatchback and took out a warm jacket. He helped her into it. The sleeves covered her hands, and the hem fell to her thighs. Before he could think, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest.
She fit against him perfectly. As wrong as the scene behind him was, having Morgan in his Chapter Seven It was Wednesday afternoon. Seventeen-year-old high school dropout Tony Allessi worked at the bowling alley.
Somebody had to know where Jamie had gone.
With teenagers, friends were the best possibility. Tony was easy to spot crossing the parking lot. He looked like a parrot. Lance pushed off the door of his Jeep. He wore ripped jeans and a vintage Ramones T-shirt. Chapter Eight Rain tapped on the kitchen window. Filling out employment and insurance forms made her new job real, and the first glimmer of interest in something outside the walls of the house flickered inside her. Next to her, Sophie ate one tiny triangle of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and worked on a drawing.
Morgan glanced at the picture. The wild arcs of color were typical Sophie. Fresh bursts of sadness and anger shot through her. Once Tessa had been a little girl, coloring at her kitchen table. She should have had a long, happy life. Sophie looked up from her lopsided rainbow. Chapter Nine What the hell? A news van had arrived. A reporter and her cameraman scurried up the grass like rats with microphones. In the center of the front lawn, a cop knelt on a man on the ground.
Another man in a red shirt was lunging at the pair on the grass. Morgan stood in front of him, holding him back with both hands on his chest.
The reporter shook out her hair, lifted her mic, and checked her lipstick in the lens of the camera. The cop on the ground jerked the handcuffed man to his feet. That was Nick. The scene came together in one, horrible rush. The young man stopped struggling. Lance got out of the car. Chapter Ten He turned off the television. His plan had worked. Standing, he walked to the window, almost expecting to see a police car outside.
But the scene outside was the same as always.
A squirrel bounded across the grass and raced up a tree. He glanced down at his hands. He curled his fingers into tight fists. His nails dug into his palms. The sharp bite of pain was grounding.
It amazed him that he could walk around in public, and no one saw through him. Other people would be horrified at the things he dreamed about.
He worked hard to pretend he was like everybody else. All that hard work had paid off after he lost it Thursday night. He had gotten his shit back together and taken care of business. Chapter Eleven Morgan opened her eyes to a throbbing headache.
When she did manage to drift off, her nightmares were filled with images of Tessa and Nick and blood. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Mia and Ava had school today.
Were they ready? She ducked into the kitchen. She poured a cup of coffee, downed two ibuprofen tablets, and continued her search. Giggles drew her out onto the deck. In the morning light, the girls chased g Chapter Twelve There was no sneaking up on the Barone family. Two large German shepherds barked from the end of their chains as Lance stopped his Jeep in front of the house.
Red Noneofyourfuckingbusiness, aka Robby Barone, lived with his parents on a small working farm on the edge of town. A small satellite dish topped the roof of the two-story basic-blue farmhouse. The lawn was mostly clover but freshly mowed. There were no flowerbeds, no wind chimes. No furniture adorned the weathered gray porch. A barn and multiple outbuildings were clustered together at the rear of the property. A dozen chickens occupied a fenced run and large coop.
A second pen held two pigs, and three cows grazed in a small pasture enclosed with barbed wire. A stock trailer and an old school bus were parked alongside the barn. Everything about the place said function over frill.
There was an air Chapter Thirteen Jail, day 1 Naked, Nick shivered as he hustled into the room, a bundle of clothes under one arm. The door behind him closed with a surreal and metallic clank, muffling the moaning and shouting of the booking area.
With almost everything made of block and steel, sounds echoed with a harsh intensity that made him jump constantly for the whole first hour at the county jail. The small room was built of cinderblock with a locked steel door on each end.
There was one small, wire-reinforced window in each door. Every few seconds a guard looked in. The room smelled like bleach and piss. A puddle of urine surrounded the stainless steel toilet in the corner.
But, on the bright side, this holding area was empty. Even though he knew the camera in the ceiling corner was watching, the absen Chapter Fourteen Everyone looked guilty in an orange prison uniform. Friday morning, Morgan sat at the table in a cell-sized interview room at the county jail. The cobalt blue of her suit was the sole spot of color in the gray-on-gray color scheme.
Nothing was more important to the law enforcement system than paperwork.
A guard escorted Nick into the room and removed his handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, Nick slid into the chair opposite Morgan. His face was expressionless, and a bruise darkened his chin. He stared at the wall as the guard retreated. I reported it to the police. I doubt anything will come of it.
I called the local grocery stores and butcher shops.
No luck. Sharp goes there to buy sweet potato greens. I know they carry more than the usual cuts of meat. Just the thought of it made her queasy. In the tiny living room of a two-bedroom apartment, Vanessa Lewis sat on a plaid love seat and stared at the picture of her daughter. She wore no makeup, and her straight brown hair was cut in a short wash-and-wear cap. Why would she still be in Scarlet Falls and refuse to come home?
Morgan and Lance sat in two wingback chairs on the other side of the glass coffee table. Vanessa nodded. Her eyes and nose had reddened. I was so happy. Opp Chapter Seventeen The picture of Tessa stared back at him from his computer screen. Her dark hair was pulled away from her pretty face. It seemed like she was smiling for him. At him. She was everywhere. And in none of the photos on the news was she covered in blood.
So much blood. I miss you. He looked at his hands. He closed his eyes. How was he going to get over her? He sucked in a deep breath.
On the screen, a reporter talked to Morgan Dane. He turned up the volume. In a taped sound bite from the day before, she claimed to know that the wrong person had been arrested for the murder of Tessa Palmer.
Only two people had been in the woods that night, and one of them was dead. But doubt lingered under his certainty. But people saw what they wanted to see—and no one wanted to believe a killer could ac Lance and Sharp were in the process of clearing the room out for her use.
The closet door was open and stacked with boxes. The long table in the center of the room still held a few cartons. No doubt Mia will be next. In her opinion, pumpkin coffee and her suede boots were the o His mother might be thrilled to be able to help. She had long days and nothing to fill them.
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Brad is the baseball star at Foster High. Both boys are damaged in ways that the rest of the world can't see. Most of us own multiple devices that use different formats. I own iPads and Nooks as well as Kindles. I should have the right to read an ebook I legally purchased in any format I want. Better yet, give it to us in all formats when we buy it. Many small publishers and distributors like Smashwords have shown that you can indeed offer a book in multiple formats.
Availability: Despite what anyone says, there are still titles that are not available as ebooks. Like Walter M. And, personally, I would love to see more transparency on why certain books are not available as ebooks. Series availability and consistency: There are certain genres like mystery and science fiction that have large number of books written in series.
Unfortunately, many times, all the books in a series are not available in an ebook format. I checked to see if Scribd had any of the books in the series. Scribd had only 12books out of the 19 series titles. Of those 12, two books were available in audio only and two only as ebooks. So please, publishers, make the entire series available and in all formats! And a bigger bonus: Sell the entire series at a reduced price as a collection.