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

by B.L. Brunnemer

‘89 Chevy Blazer

I’d been forced to go to twelve different schools in the last five years since Dad died.

old two-story craftsmen with its multiple pane windows and a new coat of sage green paint.

Tall and fit, even I could admit my uncle was good looking. His brown eyes had always been filled with mischief. Even though he was a police officer for the Spring Mountain Police Department, he never lost his childish streak when it came to practical jokes.

short copper hair.

The house looked like one big room. The family room area was to my right, with a blue couch and matching armchairs. A big entertainment center filled the wall a few feet from the door. The kitchen was further in the back, to the right, in its own alcove. It was clean and full of stainless steel and had a big window above the sink. The dining area was to the left with a dark wood dining room table that could easily seat eight. It looked homey. I liked it.

so you could look down into the living room and at the front door.

The white walls were plain but bright, the dark wood floor was clean. Across the room and against the wall sat a twin-sized mattress on a wooden platform frame with three drawers underneath. To the left of that was a metal and wooden desk with different colored drawers.

“Big red marks, big bruises, and soreness,”

AP World Civilization, English, Algebra 2, AP Chemistry, lunch period, then gym and Art.

through till

red Ford Focus

Tara

Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sweet face.

George

If the Sight was always passed down through the women in the family, why didn’t Tara have it?

toilet.” I pulled off my shirt, dropping it to the floor.

Did she not care about Tara seeing her back.?

My long, curly, copper hair was back in a ponytail reaching my mid back.

his voice rich and smooth to my ears, like honey.

He was a head taller than me, my head just reached his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of old jeans, a blue shirt, and a neon green hoodie.

When I met his eyes, amber was smiling down at me. Something about his smile was infectious.

I vaguely registered his square jaw, wide full lips, and a straight nose. His hair was buzzed down on the sides but left long on top of his head. It wasn’t too long, but long enough that I could tell he hadn’t bothered combing it this morning. But what struck me was the color--it was blue, a...

Mr. Matthews was in his fifties, tall, thin and with a head of white hair.

this time a small woman

She was as tall as I was, with a pregnant belly.

“I’m Mrs....

Mr. Turner was a tall man, probably nearer forty than thirty. His blond hair resembled straw. He had a pleasant face, but his large nose took center stage.

The boy sitting next to Cookie Monster had the same face, only his hair was black, straight, and reached his jawline. He was just as tall as Cookie Monster, and his long sleeved, black shirt was tight against the muscles in his arms and chest. He was leaning against the table on his elbows, a silver pendant in the shape of a dragon dangled from around his neck.

His voice was smooth, yet smoky. The mix was surprising and attention getting all at once.

“I’m Ethan

Isaac

his voice a quiet timber.

He was cute--high cheekbones and angled jaw. His chestnut hair was short but had a wave to it that looked completely natural. He had emerald green eyes behind black-rimmed glasses. He was leaner than the other boys, but his shoulders were still broad with some muscle to it. His baggy shirt spelled out the word “nerdy” with elements from the periodic table.

“I’m Miles.”

Beautiful,”

“No flirting with Red,”

showing five silver hoops running up his right earlobe.

A rich baritone voice

A rather tall boy was standing there with a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like your boy next door, but with model good looks. His high cheekbones and sharp chin belonged in a magazine. His sandy blonde hair was close to his head. His buttoned long-sleeved shirt was blue and untucked over gray pants. His clothes didn’t hide his muscles; the guy must have to work out pretty seriously for that body.

blue...

“I’m Asher.”

Zeke.

The deep, gravelly voice

He was giant, and not just his height. A black motorcycle jacket encased his broad shoulders. I could see a black thermal underneath that was tight against the muscles on his chest. When I finally saw his face, I had to stop my mouth from dropping. Oh, shit. He had a striking face only much rougher and

sharp blue eyes

“Zeke,”

sweetie. Phone numbers.”

A boy with blonde hair and brown eyes with a nice face. His smile was friendly, but something about it rubbed me wrong.

“I’m Jason, that’s Hale, that’s Brendon.”

His face was like stone, his jaw clenched, and his eyes were starting to burn. I looked around him to see that the other guys had also gotten