TITLE: KAT GAMBLE AND THE RISE OF THE ROMULAIRES
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
"What do you mean I'm dead? What the hell is that supposed to mean - and I'm sorry...
but who are you?" I scoffed at the potentially gorgeous guy that for some reason was standing in my room. I say potentially gorgeous, as right now I wasn't too impressed with what he'd been saying.
I wasn't trying to be rude or anything, but come on! What normal person waltzes into someone else's room, wakes them up from an incredible dream about almost naked male movie stars, and announces to them that they're dead? I mean, who does that? Unless of course, I wasn't actually awake - which I had to admit, was entirely possible.
But as I blinked almost in slow motion and scanned my surroundings, I suddenly realized something that was stranger than the fact that this guy was telling me I was dead.
We weren't in my room.
Oh, my head was starting to hurt. And as I raised my hands to my temples, to rub away the soon to be headache I knew was coming, I felt the scratchy plastic bracelet that circled my wrist.
Huh. That pale yellow color was so not in season right now; I mean after all, it was mid-August and nowhere near spring time. So why would I be wearing a bracelet that wasn't remotely chic or in fashion, let alone made of plastic? Ew.
I rolled the bracelet around in my fingers and realized it was a hospital I.D. band.