March 09, 2013
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TRANSCENDENCE
This book is a work of fiction.
Though some actual towns, cities, and locations may be mentioned, they are used
in a fictitious manner and the events and occurrences were invented in the mind
and imagination of the author. Any similarities of characters or names used
within to any person past, present, or future is coincidental.
All rights
reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner
whatsoever without written permission from the author. Brief quotations may be
embodied in critical articles or reviews.
The Transcend Time Saga
Remembrance
Vengeance
Timeless
Preface
It was at the Halloween dance that I got the
first glimpse of my past life.
The gym was packed, and due to the masks and
the dim lights, it was impossible to tell who anyone was. I looked through the
crowd, trying to see who Chelsea was dancing with, but even her red dress
blended into the darkness.
Then I felt a movement from behind.
“Your boyfriend won’t mind if you dance with
someone else?” a familiar voice whispered in my ear, barely audible over the
loud, trancelike music. I turned around, disappointed to find that the black
bandanna wrapped around his hair and the matching cloth mask covering the top
half of his face made it impossible to see his features in the low lighting.
But I knew it was Drew.
He pulled me closer before I could respond to
the question. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I rested my head on his
shoulder, closing my eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of pine coming off his
skin. Jeremy would mind, but pulling
away from Drew would be like trying to yank two magnets apart. It was dark, and
we were in the back of the room, far enough from the main crowd in the center
for anyone to notice. One dance couldn’t hurt.
He must have figured that I wasn’t going to
try pulling away again, because he raised his hand to my shoulder and trailed
his thumb down to my elbow, reaching my wrist and intertwining his fingers with
mine. The palms of our hands connected, and I decided to enjoy the time we
could be together, knowing that everything would return to the way it had been
come Monday morning. The world spun to the beat of the music, and I let myself
sink into it, clearing my mind of everything around me.
That was when the first flash came.
Chapter
1
Today was going to be different. I could feel
it.
It wasn’t because it was the first day of
school, or that it was ten minutes after the time Jeremy agreed to pick me up.
There was something strange in the air.
Or maybe I was just being ridiculous.
Tires screeched around the corner, and I
looked down the street, recognizing Jeremy’s red Jeep Wrangler speeding down
the pavement. He pulled up in front of my house and I hurried to the side of
his car, swinging the door open and hopping onto the hot leather seat.
“Way to be late for the first day of school,”
I said, pushing a few strands of hair off my face that had gotten out of place
during my dash to the car.
He looked at me and smiled, his blue eyes
hidden behind his sunglasses, and reached to tuck a loose curl behind my ear.
“Liz,” he calmly spoke his nickname for me. “It’ll be fine. The teachers won’t
even care on the first day.” He leaned back, the sunlight shining through the
window glistening off his sandy hair. He looked like a model featured in a
summer clothing catalogue; the pale colors of the blue and white striped shirt
and khaki shorts he wore intensified his golden tan from his recent outdoor
soccer practices.
“Not all of us have gym first,” I pointed
out. “Your teacher might not care if you’re late, but mine will.”
He shrugged and turned to look at me again.
“Why didn’t you straighten your hair today?” he asked, unhappy with my decision
to let it dry naturally.
“I like it like this,” I said, unsurprised
that it didn’t take long for him to mention it. I’d started to embrace my curls
over the summer, which was easier than straightening my hair every day. It
wasn’t like they were springy and uncontrollable. They were loose and flowing,
the kind of curls people cherished before the invention of flatirons.
“I like it better straight,” he told me. “You
look so young right now, you could pass as a freshman.”
The words stung. I took a deep breath to calm
myself, keeping my eyes focused on the road. “If I’d straightened it, we would
have really been late to school.”
He reached his arm across the gearshift and
squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry, Liz. I meant it as a compliment. You look great
when you straighten it.”
I shrugged and pulled my hand out of his, looking
out the window as my house disappeared behind us and blended in with all the
others in the quaint New England neighborhood. The early September leaves were
still green, and I soaked in the last days of summer, not looking forward to
the weather getting cold. Even though I’d lived in Pembrooke—a town right
outside of Manchester, New Hampshire—for my entire life, I still hated the
winter. Whenever snow, sleet, or ice fell to the ground, I stayed in as much as
possible. There was no point in going outside and freezing to death.
Jeremy stopped at a red light and reached
over to turn on the stereo. The heavy pounding of an awful rap song filled the
car; it was so loud that the floors vibrated with the bass. The old man in the
rundown truck next to us glared and shook his head in disapproval.
“When did you start listening to this kind of
music?” I asked, lowering the volume.
“Some guys on the team got
me into it.” He grabbe
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
In
the fall of 2008, Michelle saw Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” music video for the
first time. She thought up a story to go along with the video, and wrote the
first chapter as a homework assignment for class. Her classmates and teacher
loved it so much that they wanted to know what happened next, so Michelle
continued writing, and that story eventually became Remembrance, the first novel in the Transcend Time Saga. She’s so
happy to be able to share this series with you, and hopes you enjoy reading it
as much as she loved writing it!
Check
out her website, www.michellemadow.com,
to add her on Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, and her many other social networking
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Michelle
lives in Florida, and is hard at work writing more novels for young adults.
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