Extraits

Chapter one

Here’s the scoop: I’m dead. And awesome. Mostly awesome. But seriously, I was killed—murdered, actually—and there will be no coming back to life. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. Someone decided it’d be a good idea to deprive the world of a national treasure. Boo, hiss. BUT. There’s always a but with me. Though I know who, what, when, and why, the information isn’t exactly a priority for me. I’ve moved on to bigger and better, yo. Dude. Check it. My spirit has lived on. News flash: everyone’s spirit lives on. The good, the bad, and the ugly. But that’s a story for another day. Today is all about me, myself, and I—my three favorite subjects. A girl’s gotta love herself and all that jazz. Anyway. One moment I was in agonizing pain, the next I wasn’t. I ended up in a new realm, a holding zone of sorts with a mansion for every resident. I’m now plugged in to a higher consciousness. My mind is an open door, and knowledge simply walks in. As long as I remain connected, there’s no fear, no hate, only love and determination. The moment I opened my eyes and “awoke,” I knew I had a choice to make. Move on to the final resting place or stay in the holding zone to help the people I left behind. People like my boyfriend, Frosty. The original ice man. His real name is Aston Martin. Yep, just like the car. How he loved when I teased him about taking him for a ride. My eyes fill with tears. Dang, I miss him. I’m dead, but he’s alive, and that’s a little too long distance, even for us, the greatest couple ever to date. I miss my friends, too. Ali Bell, Reeve Ankh, and Cole Holland.