Marked (House of Night, #1)

by P.C. Cast

If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope.

I almost left my stuffed animal, Otis the Shish (couldn’t say fish when I was two), on my pillow, but … well … vampyre or not I didn’t think I could sleep very well without him. So I tucked him gently into the backpack.

“Get thee behind me, Satan!” he quoted in what I like to think of as his sermon voice. I sighed. “It’s not Satan. It’s just me.”

“I want to be a country music star. I mean, Kenny Chesney, Faith Hill, and Shania Twain are all vamps—and that’s just three of them. Heck, Garth Brooks grew up right here in Oklahoma and you know he’s the biggest vamp of them all. So I don’t see why I can’t be one, too.”

Aint no way

If this music was a poem it would be more like “Some Ho Grinds Her Bootie.”

There is nothing you could say that would make me stop loving you. I’m your Grandma today, tomorrow, and next year. I’ll be your Grandma even after I join our ancestors in the spirit world, and from there I’ll still love you, Little Bird.”

Everyone deswrves a gma like her