Tales From Gulinger High: Tale Twenty-Two E-Book

Julie Steimle

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

A new school year has finally begun at Gulinger Private Academy, and half of the student body had unexpectedly vanished. . . along with some of the staff. And the only one who knows where they have gone is the main shareholder's son--Howard Richard Deacon III. Oh, and Tom Brown, though he doesn't realize he already knew it. With the change, the school has also hired new staff. Including: a combat veteran, a crystal wearing goth-loving freak, a trained soldier, a retired SRA hunter, a psychic Russian teacher, and a CIA agent. One of them is terrified of werewolves. One of them can punish kids with headaches. One will have a nervous break down. And one just might be a spy. The games are afoot. And the kids of Gulinger are geared for action.

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Julie Steimle

Tales From Gulinger High: Tale Twenty-Two

Armed and the Dangerous

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Back from Camp

Hot, sweaty, aching and tired, Matthew Calamori, Tom Brown, Troy Meecham, and Randon Spade along with many of their classmates from Gulinger Private Academy staggered from their school bus and stumbled up the steps of their New York private school, happy to be home from summer camp. Most groaned with joy, seeking the showers directly. But H. Richard Deacon the third almost skipped in, singing loudly, “…I want to be a part of it! New York! New York!”

His reddish brown hair stood out at all ends, wildly messed up.

“Shut up!” Lee jabbed Rick in the back. “It was bad enough they made us sing those stupid songs at camp.”

“How can you have this much energy?” Troy moaned.

Randon dragged his feet alongside him. If he had his tail, it would have been drooping.

Rick shrugged, following his friends inside then passing them while walking backwards. “Come on! Camp was awesome! And a new school year! Whoo!”

“Don’t talk about school.” Tom moaned.

But Rick only grinned. “Are you kidding? It is your senior year. You should be happy about that. And I’m officially a sophomore! Driver’s Ed this year! Woo hoo!”

Matt whimpered, too tired to play along with Rick’s enthusiasm. Rick had been that way the entire month at camp, rolling in the dirt as if he weren’t the heir to billions. And though Matt had been used to Tom’s daily overabundance of energy, it was nothing compared to Rick’s in the wild.

Tom yawned, looking around as they all migrated to their separate floors. They traveled several yards before when, with a puzzled blink, he said, “Hey. Doesn’t it seem less…crowded to you?”

The boys looked around, waking up slightly from their bus ride. Rick turned his gaze away, ignoring what Tom had just said. In fact, he hurried a faster towards his room. The hall was indeed less full. Actually, about half of the Gulinger boys were not in it.

“Hey,” Randon looked around, frowning, “Where’s Keenan?”

“And Gerald,” someone else asked.

Rick rushed even faster towards his room to get a change of clothes.

Chasing after him, Matt grabbed hold of Rick’s ear before he could get through the door. “Hey. You know something.”

“OW!” Rick clutched Matt’s hand and pried it off. “Let go!”

“What’s going on?” Tom rushed around him, standing in his roommate’s way.

Almost immediately Rick’s face turned a beet sort of red. He tried to avert his eyes, but the other boys in their crowd surrounded him.

“Out with it, wolf.” Randon folded his arms.

“Jeeze!” Rick hunkered down, contemplating turning all wolf to slip out of their reach. But before he could make that decision, the school’s loudspeaker turned on and the headmaster, Mr. Wilderman, spoke.

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All the boys rounded on Rick again.

“What is going on?” Matt asked once more.

Whimpering first, Rick then hunched down into a wolf, abandoning his shoes. He darted between their legs. He was gone before they could catch him.

“Dang it!” Matt stomped his foot.

Troy turned to Tom. “Torture him with imps! We’ve got to catch him! He’s the only one who knows what’s going on.”

But Tom shook his head. He leaned back and folded his arms as he said, “Not true. I can guess what’s going on without him telling me.”

Everyone leaned in, listening.

With a shrug, Tom said, “Isn’t it obvious? Look at who is missing. Gulinger Private Academy just got split in half. Everyone else went to West End Prep.”