TITLE: The God Maker
GENRE: YA Fantasy
“There’s an A on your report card. Explain. Now.”
Dad’s got that psycho glint in his eye, one that means (another fight) the varnish’s about to peel off the floorboards. He flashes a sheet of paper like a butcher knife and blocks the only exit to my room and I glare right back. I had to cheat and I’m not sorry I did.
But you sure as hell don’t admit that to your dad.
“Ms. Seltson gave me extra credit on my final,” I say, because it’s kind of true and more than anything I don’t want to fight.
“It was a ‘D’ two weeks ago.”
“The final… counts for most of our grade, it—”
“Trey, I talked to Ms. Seltson at the market today. She said the final was thirty percent of your grade.”
The floorboards are curling. Just the corners, like skin off a scab, oak thin as fingernails. I wish some bad things on Ms. Seltson and wonder why she had to go to the market anyway and wonder why Dad can’t just trust me. I knew that A would screw me.
I knew it would.
“I graduated,” I say. “You should be happy I finally graduated.”
“Did you syphon Ms. Seltson?”
I look at him like he’s asked if I killed someone because why would he even think of that? Good kids don’t know how to alter memories, don’t even say the word ‘syphon,’ and I swear, most of the time I’m a good kid.