''Caleb Greene is going to die tonight.''
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Imagine this.
You have a night terror and you wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, just to be relieved that it was all a dream.
For Riordan Roche, this simply isn't the case. Being clairvoyant has...
Sure, I knew it was my mother spitting Spanish out of her mouth, but truly, she sounded like she'd eaten my very angry grandmother.
"Suspended?! Los hijo de puta—do you think money grows on trees? That school is expensive and it's your only chance at a good college!"
"I know, Mom—"
"No, you don't know, Sylvé—you don't even think!"
"The suspension is long over—I've already made some school hours back, and I've even asked all of my teachers for extra credit work. I know I messed up. It won't happened again."
"Do I even want to know how it happened, Daniel?" My father sets his suitcase beside the couch then walks into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"Someone who deserved it needed some..." I gesture to my face, "surface remodelling."
He snorts, gaining my mother's heated glare.
"Did you at least win?" My Dad mumbles.
"¡Deja de ser estúpido—both of you!"
I groan and let my mother fizzle out. Now that my parents are back from their mini vacation, they finally check Cyrus's emails to see I've been a little careless.
So far the words, "grounded " hasn't actually left my mother's mouth and I don't foresee it leaving my Dad's either.
However, I have a sneaking suspicion they may secretly try to enforce it the minute I get ready to leave the house.
I couldn't have that happen today, especially with what's on my plate.
Martie was still comatose, and Danny, to say the least, hasn't left her side ever since.
Soren was already pestering me about getting her up and out of the hospital to meet with Marv today.
Something about some important test she had to do.
While my mum ranted blindly about convicts and homelessness, I clicked my phone open and checked my messages.
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She was usually pretty good at keeping in touch, so her communication—or lack thereof—had me in a bit of a panic.
Luckily, school hasn't been a concern for Danny. I convinced her father to talk to the school about giving her a prolonged excused absence due to grief. As long as she kept up with homework, it was granted.
