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| Author Marga Bond Collins |
Synopsis:
Laney Harris thinks there might be monsters in Fairy, Texas.
She's right.
When her mother remarried and moved them to a town where a date meant hanging out at the Sonic, Laney figured that "boring" would have a whole new meaning. A new stepsister who despised her and a high school where she was the only topic of gossip were bad enough. But when she met the school counselor (and his terminal bad breath), she grew suspicious. Especially since he had wings that only she could see. And then there were Josh and Mason, two gorgeous glimmering-eyed classmates whose interest in her might not be for the reasons she hoped. Not to mention that dead guy she nearly tripped over in gym class.
Boring takes on an entirely new dimension in Fairy, Texas.
If she's going to survive in this small town, she'll have to learn to wing it.
She's right.
When her mother remarried and moved them to a town where a date meant hanging out at the Sonic, Laney figured that "boring" would have a whole new meaning. A new stepsister who despised her and a high school where she was the only topic of gossip were bad enough. But when she met the school counselor (and his terminal bad breath), she grew suspicious. Especially since he had wings that only she could see. And then there were Josh and Mason, two gorgeous glimmering-eyed classmates whose interest in her might not be for the reasons she hoped. Not to mention that dead guy she nearly tripped over in gym class.
Boring takes on an entirely new dimension in Fairy, Texas.
If she's going to survive in this small town, she'll have to learn to wing it.
“Okay, girls,” Coach Spencer
yelled above the chatter around me. “We’re going to get warmed up for this year
with a little run around the outer track.” She gestured toward a field off to
the right of the building. I could see a dirt track wending its way along the
edge, disappearing into a copse of stubby trees and scrub brush at the far end.
“Four laps,” Spencer added. A general groan went up, and I was glad that the
discussion at lunch had distracted me from eating too much. Late August in
Texas is hot.
“Well?”
the coach said. “Get going!”
We
started off at a trot toward the field, many of the girls around me still
complaining. For a moment, I considered hanging back with the crowd, but Andrew
had told me that Spencer coached the girls’ track team. I wanted to impress
her. So I stretched my legs out as I hit the track and settled in to a long
stride, my breathing still easy.
The
afternoon sun beat down on my head. I watched the small grove grow closer,
anxious for some shade. By the time I hit the bend in the track that led into
the thicket, I was yards ahead of the rest of the runners—so when I rounded the
curve and tripped over the body, I was all alone.
