Road to Clover (The Breanna Raven Series) Read Free

It’s who I am. I don’t kiss butt. I don’t swoon over boys in school. I don’t talk about the last guy I swap spit with or gossip about who stole who’s boyfriend. I’m not a social butterfly, and the kids in my high school have picked up on that. So, they stay away because I send clear undeniable signals that I am not very approachable. I’ll be done with the high school pecking order and judgmental attitudes soon enough, and then my mom can think of something new to nag me about.
    I’m the type of girl that is pretty plain. Flashy and stylish things don’t belong in my life. I like t-shirts and sweat pants. Lacy and frilly shirts can’t be found in my closet, and forget the skin tight jeans. Forget all denim. I like to be comfortable. High heels and flowery sandals are an absolute no-no. Converse is all I wear on my feet, and I wear them with everything. It drives my mom crazy, but I’m happy in my own skin, as it should be.
    After accomplishing my mission of getting clean, I’m feeling pretty good, and now I’m hungry. I start for the kitchen, but I can’t leave my bedroom just yet. I’m forgetting my cell phone. I don’t want to miss Agni’s phone call just in case the moon turns blue, and he decides to call and recite statistics on that happening. That guy only calls after I call him first, anyway. Regardless, I take my pink cell out of my indigo satchel.
    I’m back on track for the kitchen, and m y mind is set on two things, potato chips and soda. I’m always starving when I get home because I never eat the lunch at school. I take the whole bag of chips off the counter and the 20 flavor ounce soda from the fridge. Right when I close it with my foot, I feel a low rumble. The house is shaking a little, but then out of nowhere there is a boom causing the house to vibrate. It scares me. The sound reminds me of the sonic booms that the space shuttle emits when breaking the sound barrier in the earth’s atmosphere. I learn this bit of information from educational films in science. Of course, there’s supposed to be another boom if indeed the source is the space shuttle, but nothing follows.
    Okay, so, what was that about? And for that matter, why was there a sonic boom in the first place? Was it really a sonic boom, or was it something else? The shuttles aren’t flying any longer, and when they have flown in the past, they’ve never landed close enough to where I live for me to hear a sonic boom.
    With no one to answer my questions, I move to the entertainment room , set the soda on the end table, and plant myself on the sofa in front of the television. The remote is barely working, but I manage to get the TV to my favorite channel. Cartoons play twenty-four seven on that particular network, and I’m all ready for a good laugh. I tuck my feet under the throw pillows, and I commence to gorging on my favorite snack.
    Miss Kiki is off of her favorite spot in the world, and she’s whining while looking out the window into the side yard. There’s nothing I can say to ease her mind. She only listens to one person anyway, and that’s my mom. So, I let her complain, and I continue giggling at my cartoons.
    The house phone starts ringing. I’m instantly annoyed. I’ve seen this show a million times, and I can recite every word as the characters are speaking. Then on top of that I know the show will play again. So, why am I upset about being disturbed? It’s because I think it’s one of my parents.
    “Hello,” I sing with clear irritation.
    “ I’ve been trying to call you since I heard that boom. Your cell phone has a busy signal. Did you feel it? Something broke the sound barrier.” Agni’s voice matches his personality, but it doesn’t fit how he looks. It’s just strange. His voice is deep and stern, but he’s skinny as a stick.
    “ Is there a blue moon outside? I can’t believe you’re calling me, Agni.” I’m picking on him, of course, but he doesn’t catch on.
    He goes on to inform