TITLE: The Power of Her Hand
GENRE: YA paranormal fantasy
Olivia Black was busy failing her Calculus test when she noticed the new guy staring at her hand.
He was sitting across the aisle from her, his eyes locked on her glowy, ethereal, see-through right hand and the pencil that hovered between her fingers, never quite touching them.
Olivia slowly set her pencil down on her desk.
His eyes tracked her movements, still staring.
What was with him? So she had PSS of the right hand. Psyche Sans Soma was a rare birth defect, but most people had at least heard of it. There was tons of stuff about it on the internet, and Sixty Minutes had done a whole segment on it for Christ's sake. So what was this guy's problem?
Rumor had it he was a transfer from some big city school. Maybe it wasn't her hand he was staring at. Maybe he had something against Goths. Could be he'd transferred to the smallest high school in rural Illinois precisely to escape black-haired, black-lipped, leather clad girls, and here he was stuck sitting next to the only one in a hundred mile radius. Anyway, the guy seriously needed to stop staring. It was starting to freak her out.
Olivia curled her ghost hand into a fist and flipped him off.
He raised his eyebrows and finally looked away, but she didn't miss the smirk that played across his lips as he did.
Why were the hot ones always such cocky, self-absorbed idiots?