Super Nobody (Alphas and Omegas Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

year you'll be
getting ready to go to Patterson, and after that is high school.
It's going to come quicker than any of us would like. Now, Michael,
Charlotte is going to be stuck to you all day. You show her around,
you help her get to her classes.”
    “Yes sir,” he said, and shut the e-reader off
angrily.
    “I appreciate it very much, Mr. Washington.
Now everybody, we've got a lot to learn about the Civil War. It's
not just people shooting cannons at each other and dead bodies.
Open up your books to page three fifty-six.”
    The bizarre girl came over and got one of the
empty seats near Michael. She gave him a brief smile, but he didn't
return it. Shepherd was doing this because he knew Michael didn't
have any friends. Teachers were always getting you to do things you
didn't want to do. Things that were good for you. Ugh.
    When the class ended, and Shepherd had lumped
a healthy scoop of homework on top of his obligation to help this
Charlotte girl, he packed up and gave her a flat, dead glare. She
was struggling to pick up a backpack he hadn't noticed before, and
her enormous sleeves were getting in the way. He gave her another
snort.
    The backpack was hardly visible under a
wriggling mass of patches and buttons and frilly things hanging off
it. You couldn't tell what color the backpack had been. There were
tie-dyed peace signs and a funny smiley face with a drop of red on
it, either ketchup or blood. There were others, like 'Save the
whales' and 'Save the rainforest', and a bunch of other things that
needed saving. Several were just pictures, or strange sayings he
couldn't read, because they were half-covered by other buttons. The
'Make Love, Not War' was the only good one, because it had somebody
riding a missile on it.
    “Come on,” he said quietly, but
forcefully.
    “Alright, hang on...” she was having all
sorts of trouble.
    He zipped the bag up for her, and held it out
so she could adjust her sleeves enough to receive it. She thanked
him, and they got going.
    “Where's your class?” he asked.
    “Um...” she fumbled about again. Seriously,
half the break time was going to be gone already, and he wanted to
pay a visit to the drinking fountain. Plus he wasn't going to be
able to get in a minute or two of reading.
    “Seriously,” he sighed. “What's up with the
suit?”
    “Oh, you like it?” she brightened. Not
really, he thought. He was never late. She was going to make him
late.
    He shrugged instead of replying.
    “It's a zoot suit,” she said. When he stared
at her, she went on. “It's a 1940's thing. They wore them in big
bands for a few years. It was really the style...though my dad said
my great-grandpa hated the things. People in California had zoot
suit riots, when World War II was going on. It was a pretty huge
thing back then, because we were in a war, you know, and there was
rationing. But there were black market suit makers, even though the
government told people to cut back on how much fabric was in
them.”
    Holy mackerel, she was serious. She was
really into this, but unfortunately she couldn't keep on. The bell
had rung. She finally dug her schedule out of one of the pockets,
and he got her pointed in the right direction. He was annoyed and
grumpy by the time he got to his own class, but promised he would
find her at the door and take her up to the third floor for her
next class.
    He couldn't shake the image of Charlotte for
the rest of the day. He kept picking her up and taking her to her
classrooms, and she kept up a running discussion of the 1940's as
she did. She was a library of useless ancient history, and he
wondered just what had made her so crazy.
    It wasn't until the end of the day that he
realized that Charlotte was just like him, only not as far along
yet. There wouldn't be anybody to take her lunch money, but he
watched everybody else, especially the girls, eye her with open
disgust. There were random eye rolls, muttering, and all sorts of
mean-spirited giggling going on. If