BeSwitched, Paranormal Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

Her back paws scratched, trying to push the rest of her body up.
    Sadie appeared under her in a flash, showing off her sharp teeth. Cathy felt weaker, as if the blood was being drained from her legs. But when Sadie jumped, biting for Cathy’s tail, enough adrenaline rushed through her to make it back over to the front yard.
    She had to sit and catch her breath. The aroma of roses her mother planted last spring was a nice, therapeutic scent. I’ve got to make it back inside , she told herself. The window left open was about ten feet away. She slinked her body like a furry snake in the grass. She was almost there, when the sound of Sadie tromping through the cans, caused Cathy to sit still in fear. Her eyes were stuck on the entrance from the side yard, expecting the dog to come out any second—and she did! Her pink nose lowered to the ground, sniffing intensely around some bushes.
    Cathy looked up. She could see the opening in the window. If she was quick enough, she could make it. Sadie made it over to the peach tree and bit into one of the many fruits fallen to the ground. I could make my move now , Cathy thought. Oh no! The Labrador’s black, beady eyes made eye contact with hers and the side of her lip curled with a growl.
    “ AAAAH!” Cathy scrambled through the muddy puddle and made it up through the window. She was safe. Wet dirty paw prints decorated the windowsill as Sadie whimpered and scratched beneath her, outside. “Down, doggy,” Cathy spoke, happy and unafraid.
    “What are you doing?” an old man came from the house next door, speaking to Sadie in a displeased tone. He walked over to his dog and lifted the broken chain hooked to its neck. “Bad dog! This is the second time you’ve done this to our neighbors.” He waved a finger in disapproval.
    Cathy was laughing inside.
    Sadie craned her neck, looking back at the black cat, while being pulled away home; the black cat who could speak just like that Cathy-girl.

Chapter 5
    Surla sat between rows of lockers. The smell of too much perfume and hair spray made her feel like gagging. She had found her way to P.E. and the oversized T-shirt and sweat pants, left in Cathy’s locker, felt very comfortable.
    Chrissy was pulling her short hair into a small ponytail in front a huge mirror hanging on a wall. Her eyes glanced at Surla’s, then looked again and smiled. Chrissy is way more nice than her friends .
    “Girls! Let’s go! Time to hit the tennis courts!” a manly -looking lady with a whistle hanging around her neck, yelled.
    As Surla headed out the door, Chrissy came alongside her. “Hi , Cathy,” she said.
    “Hi,” she said back, with slight amazement that Chrissy would regard her.
    “You look really nice today. You should dress like this every day.”
    “Thanks,” Surla responded as they headed to the courts, where all the students, guys and girls , were asked to sit and form a large circle. The two teachers, Mrs. Brown (the manly lady) and Mr. Townshend (the manly man), stood in the center.
    “Okay, everyone! Today is the first day of practicing tennis,” Mrs. Brown began. “Tennis is a pretty simple game, but it takes a lot of sweat and stamina. Although it may seem so, it’s not easy to run back and forth from one side of your court to the other trying to hit a little ball.”
    Mr. Townshend interjected, “Yes, and in a few minutes we will discuss the rules of the game, but first we need everyone to partner up with someone. So, hurry up and get with someone!”
    Surla looked around at all of the students finding their friends . Feeling a bit uneasy, she looked at Chrissy, who she noticed didn’t have a partner also.
    “We’ll be partners, I guess.” Chrissy stretched her arms above her head.
    Thank goodness . Surla smiled.
    “All right, I see everyone has found their teammate, so sit close to each other so we know for sure who you’re with,” Mrs. Brown ordered. “And we’ll go around and pick the people you’re up against.