Reject High (Reject High: A Young Adult Science Fiction Series Book 1)

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REJECT HIGH:

Book One of the Reject High Series

 

 

 

 

Brian Thompson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2013 by Brian Thompson

 

Great Nation Publishing, LLC

3828 Salem Road #56

Covington, GA 30016

 

www.authorbrianthompson.com

E-mail: [email protected]

 

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recorded, photocopied, or otherwise without the prior permission of the copyright owner, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious situation. Any resemblances to actual events or persons, living or dead – are purely coincidental and beyond the intent of the editor.

 

Printed in the United States of America

 

ISBN:
978-0-9891056-0-6

 

Library of Congress Control Number:
2013936990

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

 

To: my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for everything – the ideas, the ability, and the resources to successfully continue doing what I love.

My wife, business partner, and first editor Heather. I couldn’t do this without you. To my children and business partners Zae and Jaina, – Daddy loves you!

To my parents, Bradley and Barbara, for their continuing support and love.

To all those who contributed toward this work: my editing group and friends Jackie Rodriguez and Martha Brown of the East Metro Atlanta Christian Writers, Michelle Hover, Stormy Kage and Sheila Deeth; my beta reading team Bethany Allmon, Tamiko Bowman, Nakia Brown, LeAnne Hardeman, Anna Oliver, and Brittany Watkins – thank you for your input and feedback.

To my editor on this project, Mary Marvella; my friends and mentors Tia McCollors, Kemya Scott, Starr Hall, and Tyora Moody – thank you.

Special thanks to Debra Franks, Marybeth Dobrowolski, Christine Mayfield, Jeff Ransom, Phyllis Conway and the Lowe family for inspiring me.

To my pastor, Bishop Eddie L. Long for spiritual guidance and support.

Watch for
Sophomore Freak,
the sequel to
Reject High,
coming in 2014.

 

This work is dedicated to the memories of George Albert Lowe, Khalid Bey and Diane Robinson.

CHAPTER ONE

 

my first mental breakdown

 

I watched policemen cut away the yellow crime scene tape on the five o’ clock news. It made my throat burn. They sent the memorials away to God-knows-where. I shouldn’t have been surprised at the lack of respect for the dead girl. After all, Cherish Watkins did go to an alternative school. That’s where I was headed.  

My suspension won’t end until whenever that school opens back up.
Sounds like an early summer vacation? Not if your stepmom takes everything fun from your room, like mine did.
My video games and DVDs aren’t in their usual hiding place. Neither is my MP4 player. She must have hidden my stuff at Aunt Dee’s house under the mess.

Some parents, who were angry about the school being closed, forced an emergency board meeting. Did they think we’d start a zombie apocalypse and destroy the town? Who cares anyway? Reject High – what everyone calls the alternative school – will close for good in a month. The building will be destroyed this summer. Epic fail. Even then, I’ll probably never get back into North High, my old school. Guess I’ll drop out, since we can’t afford to move to another district.

This isn’t my first time being in trouble. Doctors don’t know exactly why, but in addition to ADHD, I have rage blackouts. I lose control, destroy things, and I hurt people. Problem is – I don’t remember anything about them. It’s one of a couple of reasons my father gave up raising me and let his ex-wife Debra take me in. He’d never admit it, but he didn’t have to.      

At the risk of making me angry, Debra forced me to come with her to the special meeting. I had “an interest in the outcome,” she said. If Reject High stayed closed, my apartment jail sentence would continue until June. Otherwise, I’d be free. . .to go to back to school.
Wish I’d waited a little longer to break Ryan Cain’s jaw.
The school board might have just suspended me through the end of the school year. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess.   

I rubbed the back of my neck and turned to my stepmother, who sat to my left. “It’s
eleven days
and it’s only Reject High, not
jail.”

Debra shook her head, which she does when I let her down. As many times as I’ve disappointed her, she should have a serious neck problem. “That’s not a really big difference, Jason.”

Though she shouted that in my ear, I could barely hear it. People all around called us names, like “degenerates” and “multiple offenders.” After a good loud minute of that, the board chairwoman – the chick with the nameplate “B. King” – banged her little wooden hammer against the table. “One last comment,” she screamed while waving for the next person in line to step up. 

Vivienne Coker moved to the center aisle. She looked like a sixty-year-old version of the mom on
Friday Night Lights
– graying red hair, with wrinkles all over the place and pointy boobs. She ran the city’s group home, which always had an opening. Vivienne complained about
everything
to anyone who’d listen. She and B. King smiled at one another.

“Ms. Coker,” said B. King with a sneer. “You have two minutes.”

“Won’t take me one, Belinda. Might as well send the worst ones to us, ‘cause if you let
them
stay out longer, it’ll be Armageddon.”

Fine, crime
has
gone up. Can she really blame that on us? As Vivienne walked back to her seat, I wanted to strangle her. But that’s why I was one of “them” to begin with. Well, so much for being “normal.”

At the front of the room, the eight men and women on the board sat in high-backed, brown leather chairs – like a semicircle of Supreme Court judges in dress clothes. At their left, a lawyer adjusted her glasses and said legal stuff no one understood. Finally, Belinda King called for a vote, and the board unanimously reopened the school. After that, they concluded the meeting and immediately hid from the media in what the lawyer called an
executive session

Debra stood. “Great. I’m officially raising a
statistic.”

I’ve been called a lot of things, but that one hurt. I didn’t ask to be born different.

 

 

The next day,
the school bus left us at the entrance to the school property. It had razor wire looping through the top of the fence and I smelled cigarettes and marijuana smoke. In front of the building, a maroon wooden sign said
R.E.G.C.T.
in white capital letters. Underneath the abbreviation, it was spelled out:
Regional Education and Guidance Collective Training
facility
. At the top, someone had spray painted “JE” over the letter “G” to spell
REJECT
. Yup, this was close enough to jail, alright. 

Since clear backpacks were required as a safety thing, I stuffed my MP4 player down between my books. Getting into a fight over it was not an option after Debra finally gave it back.
The next thing I do wrong, it’s straight from here to someplace worse.

Allen Rush, my old principal at North High, once called me “trash that needed taking out.” No one would buy it if I told them he said it, because we were alone in his office. Who would take my word over an adult’s anyway?

On first glance, this place was
nothing
like North. It should have been blown up years ago. Instead of trimmed grass, it had weeds sticking up between cracks in the sidewalk. The concrete steps were broken in spots. The closer I got, the more horrible it looked. So did the students.

This kid from New York once told me to move
with purpose
. Doing that has helped me avoid trouble. Since I’m 5’2 ¾”, I always walked fast and stared a hole through anyone who looked at me. The potheads and the girls who Debra likes to call “garden tools” gawked back at me.
I’m the weird one?
 

Inside the main entrance, a metal detector/pat-down line stretched along the nearby wall. Backing up against the orange bricks, I hid the contents of my book bag so no one could see my MP4. Debra had said not to take it in the first place, but she said lots of things. Without music to calm me down, I’d have only my thoughts, and thinking too much for me is a
bad idea. 

A cute girl – for a Goth, at least – stood next to me. Usually, girls like her wore torn up clothes and thought white and black are the world’s only colors. Not this one. She wore a blue and white spandex shirt and her bra strap peeked out on her shoulder. I’m not into pink, but it got my attention. She smelled great, like a flower garden. Her hair stuck up in randomly-gelled strands. With a better hairdo and less makeup, she’d be Penelope Cruz’s little sister kind-of-hot.

“Move,”
she said to me with her eyes fixed ahead. “You’re next.” 

Her voice snapped me to attention. “My fault.”

A uniformed Student Resource Officer with bushy nose hair waved for me to leave my bag on the conveyor belt and step through the metal detector. After removing my wallet, keys, cell phone, and belt, I passed through without a problem and collected my stuff.

Down the hallway a redheaded football-player shaped like a bowling ball played “keep away” with the bag of a kid around my size.
I hate football and the guys that play it. After today, my MP4 and cell are staying at home.

“Won’t happen,” Goth Girl said with a playful grin.

“What ‘won’t happen’?” What was she talking about?

“You’re a virgin.”

“What?” I cleared my throat before my voice squeaked like a
Yo Gabba Gabba
character. There would be no saving myself from this one. 


Selby always gets to the first-timers. Just let him have his fun and try not to struggle too much.”

“No chance.” She didn’t know my reputation.

She smirked. “Good luck with that.”

Before I had a chance to react, the kid she called Selby yanked me by the neck into a nearby hallway, pulled off my backpack, and shoved me against a locker.
“Freak,”
he said, his lip curled.
Wait – I know him!
He used to go to North High and he acted like ninth graders were bugs to be crushed.

“C’mon!” The way he went through my stuff sent me into overdrive. My ears pounded, and suddenly everything in my world faded into white flashes. The blackout couldn’t have lasted too long. When I came out of it, my wrists weren’t handcuffed and nobody asked me questions I couldn’t answer. Selby groaned at my feet. He was bleeding at the mouth.  

My knuckles were sore, and I didn’t notice any cameras. We were alone, so I got my backpack and ran down the hallway. Every classroom door was locked. Maybe the bathrooms? The boys’ restroom was locked, but the girls’ door gave in after I shoved it. No time for me to be squeamish. Besides, what was the worst thing I could find? Debra hand-washed her bras and hung them to dry in our shared bathroom. It couldn’t be much worse than that.
I’ll just squeeze through the window and cut class. Anything’s better than facing assault charges. 

Inside, I found Goth Girl applying a coat of lipstick to her already shiny black lips. “Told you,” she said, fully satisfied with herself. She continued making small ovals around her mouth while she mocked me.

The center stall, it looked like. . .no, it
couldn’t
be. We’re in the South Hall bathroom?

She faced me for the first time.  “No one will find you in here.”

Goth Girl said it like a
threat,
unaware I’d hulked out. Selby might never become a dad because of me.

“I’m Rhapsody Lowe.” She acted like we weren’t standing in a former crime scene. 

“Rhapsody” couldn’t be her
real
name. Who names her kid Rhapsody? She probably had an ugly first name, like Peggy Sue. “Whoever you are, I’m not staying in here.”

“Why not, Genius?”

“I get marked absent, my house gets called,” I shrugged. “Stepmom freaks, and I’ll be in the Black Hole with Coker by Monday. Besides, it’s a
bathroom.
One of us’ll have to use it, at some point.”

She snickered at my reasoning. “C’mon,
stay.
I’m not shy, but since you are, I won’t watch.”

“I’m serious.” Someone had removed the stall doors and never put them back up.

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