The Fake Heart (Time Alchemist Series) Read Online Free PDF

will make sure our head librarian is fully aware of what a troublesome student you are and I will imply that you receive fitting chores for your detention.” She turned with a snap of her pointed black heel. “I will expect you to act like a student of St. Mary’s Academy from this point on, Miss Miller. Not some tasteless scholarship student who believes she can get out of her punishment by playing the pity card.”
    With that, Headmistress Margaret walked off. The nurse looked very uncomfortable, as she glanced back and forth between the Headmistresses’ retreating form and two incredibly shocked teenagers rooted to the ground. My face burn ed like she has slapped me with her pretty gloves. Tasteless scholarship student. She may as well have called me poor, undeserving trash.
    “O-Oh my,” the petit e nurse stammered, “Dear, it seems that you must have passed out from a bit of anemia. Make sure to get some rest tonight and eat a big dinner. Oh dear, I really should…just…let me try to reason with the Headmistress on this and see if we can do something about your case…”
    Jack waved her off, “Go on, Miss A, I’ll take care of Em here.” He slung an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, like we were best buds. The soft fabric of white tee brushed against my cheek. Wow, he was really…tall. And strong. I could feel his muscles and hear the heavy beats of his heart through the shirt.
    My cheeks blushed a million shades of red. He said he found me in the woods. Did that mean he…carried me here? All the way across campus?
    Oh. My. God.
    “Well, if you’re sure,” the Nurse said, “Miss Miller, make sure to get your things from my office. My doors are always open if you start to feel faint again. Don’t overdo it, alright? Just come by and visit my door at the far end of the wing—the room is always unlocked, so feel free to make yourself comfortable, even if I’m not there. Oh I’d better get going…come s ee me tomorrow if you feel peak ish again, alright?” she scurried off, the ends of her white coat flapping like the wings of a baby bird eager to get back to the nest.
    And here I was. Stuck in the hallway, barefoot; with this hot guys’ arm around my shoulders; my bracelet was missing; I had the weirdest dream (was it really a dream? It felt so real…); an unexplained tattoo on my chest, and now I had made the absolute worst impression on the Headmistress.
    And it wasn’t even the first day of school.
    CHAPTER 4
    “You sure you’re okay? I can carry that bag for you.”
    “I’m fine , really,” I assured Jack for the sixth or seventh time in the past ten minutes. I shuffled nervously next to him as we walked to my dorm, feeling like a child on their first day of school, walking beside their Mommy, both excited and terrified at what was coming. After the shock of waking up and “forgetting what had happened in the woods because of a sudden bout of a mnesia ” (the nurses words, not mine, although I think I’d agree), not to mention the Headmistresses’ immediate outbursts and accusations, I found out what had happened after I had passed out.
    As Jack said before, he was taking a jog through the grounds (apparently, he’s on the cross country and track teams ), and happened to take a shortcut through the same pathway I had used. He claimed something had caught his eye , a flashing white light …and then found me collapsed on the ground, almost hidden amongst the trees and bushes.
    Alone.
    He carried me straight over to the nurses office (at this mention I kind of got this strange butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach) , and the nurse told the Headmistress, who personally went to the “scene of the crime” to assess the damage.
    All of this sounded so unreal. Obviously what I had saw had happened, but how do I explain the fact that I might have gotten stabbed in the chest when there wasn’t any kind of wound to prove it except for a tattoo that nobody would believe just