Afterburn (Afterburn & Aftershock #1) Kiss of the Highlander (Highlander #4)
Ah, Happy Cod for breakfast, Martin says with a wistful sigh. That was always a milestone, wasn’t it? He winks at me.
Either way, Abby, have fun tonight. Don’t pin all your success on your mom.I hung up because Mr. Wallace was still there, still staring.
Tangled Threads (Elemental Assassin #4)
I’m sorry, I said quickly. My mom was supposed to come, and my friend, and I was getting worried. . . . I trailed off when I realized he didn’t care about my excuses. I’m sorry.Please try not to show your age tonight, Abby. This isn’t a show about parents seeing their kids’ artwork.Ouch. I nodded and stepped out from behind the screen. There was nobody at my station, but I went to stand by my paintings anyway.
Vampire Hollows (Kiera Hudson Series One #5)
Another half hour went by. At least that was my guess. I couldn’t be certain without my phone. My excitement from before was melting to disappointment, and my head started to ache even more. I saw Elliot across the way, and I waved him over.What’s up? he asked.
What time is it?
He looked at a smart watch on his wrist. Five after nine.She had me there. I dried her face with a towel. Well, good thing you’re so sweet. I plopped her back on her feet and she took off like a windup toy.
I sighed and went back to my room. I really wanted to take a WaveRunner out. But I knew there was something I’d been putting off for too long. I needed to listen to more past episodes of the school podcast. Wednesday was coming faster than I wanted it to, and I didn’t feel ready.Listening to old podcasts only served to let me know how horrible I was going to be at hosting. The past hosts were so outgoing and clever and quick on their feet. I was not any of those things.
Dreams of a Dark Warrior (Immortals After Dark #11)
On Wednesday, Ms. Lyon stood in front of the production crew in our school’s recording studio. She was giving us a summary of how the day would go. I kept eyeing the big glass window to my right. Soon, I would be sitting behind it.This is the school’s podcast, Ms. Lyon was saying. So even though we encourage callers and listeners from the whole community, we are expected to promote school activities. Sequoia High’s big fall fund-raiser is coming up in about a month. The Fall Festival. After your opening, talk that up a bit. Okay? She looked at me and Victoria.
Sounds good! Victoria said, hopping to her feet. Can we start now?I had hoped Ms. Lyon would want to prep us some more. Unfortunately, she nodded and gestured toward the door to the sound booth. Victoria bounced through the door and took her place on one of the stools waiting for us.
Alana, who’d been sitting next to me, whispered, You should probably follow her.She gave me a playful shove.
I stood up and walked through the door. The recording studio was mostly used for the music classes, and I looked around at the guitars, a keyboard, and a set of electric drums. The only thing Victoria and I needed were the microphones that stretched from the floor to above our heads and then angled back down again. A pair of big headphones rested on the stool. I picked them up and slid them on as I sat down.The remaining class members stared at me through the glass. On their side was a big soundboard, a couch, phones, and a few computers. Mallory and a guy named Jed were manning the phone lines. Two other students sat behind computers, ready to fact-check or do research when called upon. Alana sat on a rolling chair with a laptop and Frank sat on the far side of the couch, scrolling through his phone. I was glad Alana’s first assignment was on the production crew. I wasn’t looking forward to when she’d switch jobs and have a different lab day than me.