Riser (Teen Horror/Science Fiction) (Book #1 in The Riser Saga) ((Volume 1)) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Book: Riser (Teen Horror/Science Fiction) (Book #1 in The Riser Saga) ((Volume 1)) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Becca C. Smith
stood next to her.
“Yeah, last night.” I shut my locker and we started to walk down the hall toward class.
“Fill me in. I completely slacked.” Nancy usually didn’t do her homework and relied on me to keep her up to date. Her philosophy was that since she aced the tests what did it matter if she did the homework or not. She was one of those ridiculously smart people who never had to study for anything; everything came to her naturally. Somehow she’d manage to put all the pieces of the puzzle together just by looking at the question or the equation on the test. I, on the other hand, had to study for hours just to maintain my A status. If I didn’t I’d lose my scholarships.
“We’re just going over religious stuff since Age-pro,” I told her.
Nancy rolled her eyes and made an exasperated groan. “Seriously? Haven’t we covered that in every class ever? ”
“I think we’re going over the whole Voodoo thing today, so that’ll be cool.” I completely agreed with Nancy. The fascination of belief or lack of belief in religion since Age-pro was a topic that every teacher liked to discuss at some point in their classroom; from Literature, to Biology, to History, to Social Sciences, even the Math teacher had something to say about it! At least Mr. Alaster delved into the interesting stuff, like the transformation of Vodun or Voodoo from a religion to black magic.
“Watch out for Jill today. She’s on a rampage and you’re her favorite target.” Nancy didn’t seem all that concerned, but confrontations with Jill tended to get ugly and I knew she genuinely wanted to avoid it at all costs.
“What’s she on a rampage about?” I asked. Sometimes knowing what was freaking Jill out helped me figure out how to avoid complete and total humiliation.
“Her mom found out she was taking Age-pro.”
I shrugged. Most of the kids here illegally started to take Age-pro before the eighteen-year-old restriction. The fear of wrinkles and cellulite overrode health and good sense. The reason there was a restriction at all was because the International Health Board ruled it dangerous to stop aging before a person had fully grown. It could cause massive complications later in life. There were extreme cases, like in 2143 the “Alice Rose incident.” Basically, this woman, Alice Rose, had a baby and decided she wanted a baby forever, so she started giving it Age-pro. When she was finally caught, the baby was nineteen-years-old and still an infant. Alice was arrested and sent to prison. That was when everyone started realizing the dangers of Age-pro. They immediately made the eighteen-year-old restriction punishable by life imprisonment, which meant no Age-pro, which meant dying of old age. Who knows when Jill started taking it? She was damn lucky her mom found out about it and not the police. By trying to stay forever young she came dangerously close to living a mere eighty to ninety years.
“I’ll steer clear,” I said to reassure Nancy. I really didn’t want to be in Jill’s warpath today.
The bell rang and everyone started shuffling into his or her designated classrooms. Nancy and I arrived at Mr. Alaster’s door and entered.
Jill was sitting at the back of the class with her usual crowd of admirers hovering over her like bees to honey. As soon as I walked in I looked away trying to avoid eye contact.
“Just sit down,” Nancy said under her breath, which indicated to me that Jill was staring me down. It’s amazing when you can actually feel people staring at you. I refused to look in her direction. Meeting gazes with Jill would only give her an opening to use me as her verbal punching bag.
I did as Nancy said and we both sat in our seats near the front of the room just as Mr. Alaster walked in. Mr. Alaster started taking Age-pro around thirty and had a thin, wiry frame with curly brown hair on top, making him look like a human carrot. He wore his usual brown cardigan sweater with the round suede elbow patches,
“Yeah, last night.” I shut my locker and we started to walk down the hall toward class.
“Fill me in. I completely slacked.” Nancy usually didn’t do her homework and relied on me to keep her up to date. Her philosophy was that since she aced the tests what did it matter if she did the homework or not. She was one of those ridiculously smart people who never had to study for anything; everything came to her naturally. Somehow she’d manage to put all the pieces of the puzzle together just by looking at the question or the equation on the test. I, on the other hand, had to study for hours just to maintain my A status. If I didn’t I’d lose my scholarships.
“We’re just going over religious stuff since Age-pro,” I told her.
Nancy rolled her eyes and made an exasperated groan. “Seriously? Haven’t we covered that in every class ever? ”
“I think we’re going over the whole Voodoo thing today, so that’ll be cool.” I completely agreed with Nancy. The fascination of belief or lack of belief in religion since Age-pro was a topic that every teacher liked to discuss at some point in their classroom; from Literature, to Biology, to History, to Social Sciences, even the Math teacher had something to say about it! At least Mr. Alaster delved into the interesting stuff, like the transformation of Vodun or Voodoo from a religion to black magic.
“Watch out for Jill today. She’s on a rampage and you’re her favorite target.” Nancy didn’t seem all that concerned, but confrontations with Jill tended to get ugly and I knew she genuinely wanted to avoid it at all costs.
“What’s she on a rampage about?” I asked. Sometimes knowing what was freaking Jill out helped me figure out how to avoid complete and total humiliation.
“Her mom found out she was taking Age-pro.”
I shrugged. Most of the kids here illegally started to take Age-pro before the eighteen-year-old restriction. The fear of wrinkles and cellulite overrode health and good sense. The reason there was a restriction at all was because the International Health Board ruled it dangerous to stop aging before a person had fully grown. It could cause massive complications later in life. There were extreme cases, like in 2143 the “Alice Rose incident.” Basically, this woman, Alice Rose, had a baby and decided she wanted a baby forever, so she started giving it Age-pro. When she was finally caught, the baby was nineteen-years-old and still an infant. Alice was arrested and sent to prison. That was when everyone started realizing the dangers of Age-pro. They immediately made the eighteen-year-old restriction punishable by life imprisonment, which meant no Age-pro, which meant dying of old age. Who knows when Jill started taking it? She was damn lucky her mom found out about it and not the police. By trying to stay forever young she came dangerously close to living a mere eighty to ninety years.
“I’ll steer clear,” I said to reassure Nancy. I really didn’t want to be in Jill’s warpath today.
The bell rang and everyone started shuffling into his or her designated classrooms. Nancy and I arrived at Mr. Alaster’s door and entered.
Jill was sitting at the back of the class with her usual crowd of admirers hovering over her like bees to honey. As soon as I walked in I looked away trying to avoid eye contact.
“Just sit down,” Nancy said under her breath, which indicated to me that Jill was staring me down. It’s amazing when you can actually feel people staring at you. I refused to look in her direction. Meeting gazes with Jill would only give her an opening to use me as her verbal punching bag.
I did as Nancy said and we both sat in our seats near the front of the room just as Mr. Alaster walked in. Mr. Alaster started taking Age-pro around thirty and had a thin, wiry frame with curly brown hair on top, making him look like a human carrot. He wore his usual brown cardigan sweater with the round suede elbow patches,