Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

I checked the time as I finished rubbing in the sunscreen; 7:15. Thankfully, I still had time for breakfast. I grabbed my wallet off the desk, tucked it into my back-right pocket, and my cell phone into my bra. I grabbed my black leather jacket and my messenger bag, then hurried downstairs. I dumped them on the couch and went over to the kitchen. I was eating a bowl of cereal when Tara showed up. She looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. Her straight blonde hair was down to her shoulders. Her makeup was heavy for my taste, but it was well done. She wore a pink sweater that reached her mid-thigh, and black leggings that disappeared into tan knee-high, lace up boots. She carried a white infinity scarf and a tan leather purse that I swear said Dolce and Gabbana. Did she go to all this trouble for school? I don’t get it; It’s school, not a photo shoot. I liked to look good, but I wasn’t going to bend over backward to do it. I went back to my cereal. “You’re going to have to park on the street,” Tara said, breaking the silence. I took my bowl and rinsed it out in the sink before turning back to her.