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Out of Time
Out of Time
Out of Time
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Out of Time

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There is mysterious door in the attic, one that appears to have the ordinary contents of a closet to most who open it. However, there is one girl that thinks there is something more to this door. She can see what appear to be ghosts, haunting the frames. What could possibly be behind the door? Why do the people look lost?

Sasha becomes caught in-between time and space. She enters her past and futures, trying to find her way back to the present, while keeping the reality of the situation a secret.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 4, 2012
ISBN9781476265483
Out of Time
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April Sadowski

April Sadowski was born and raised in the Dayton, Ohio area. Books were always prevalent in her life and so was the fondness for writing. At the age of thirteen, April began her first novel, Lady From Day. It took over ten years to write, but since the completion of it in 2009, she has written four additional novels and has participated in NaNoWriMo, Camp NaNoWriMo, and Script Frenzy, “winning” at every attempt.April is also an award-winning graphic and website designer and a hemp jewelry maker. All of her novel covers have been designed by her. She spends her free time (apart from writing) with her husband and three meowing fur-children.

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    Out of Time - April Sadowski

    OUT OF TIME

    A novella by April Sadowski

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2011 April Sadowski

    Cover model is Rayna Pitter (Shiskababe). Design by April Sadowski.

    Discover other titles by April Sadowski at Smashwords.com

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase or obtain it through Smashwords, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission except in the case of critical reviews. Everything in this book is a figment of the imagination (well technically, my subconscious, because I was dreaming).

    This is an adaptation of the free audio drama available for listening at http://www.nother.us.

    PART I

    CHAPTER 1

    It was the first day of school for best friends Sasha and Mandy. They were walking to school after being dropped off from the bus. The gravel path into the school, which was an old stone building, built on what used to be a hill and nearly surrounded by nothing except for a few fields for extra-curricular sports, was quite narrow and so Sasha ended up walking on the grass while Mandy walked on the path. The birds chirped in the background and Sasha smiled, thinking of how fall could quite possibly be her most favorite season and it was just around the corner. The leaves had yet to turn color, but the temperature had dropped to jacket-wearing. Sasha decided to strike up conversation with her friend.

    So, do you have anything planned for after school? I was just thinking we should do something together, she asked Mandy.

    Mandy, a medium-height brunette just shrugged and twisted one of her curly locks of hair behind her ear. Mandy replied, Yea, that would be fine if I didn’t have band. You know how much that takes up my free time. We have sectionals tonight. Sasha missed the human interaction, for the most part because she didn’t really have much at home. Her mom was generally quite distant since the death of her father when she was younger.

    Oh. I’m sorry I forgot it was Wednesday. Maybe tomorrow? Sasha asked, her voice low.

    Sure, Mandy replied, I know it’s the beginning of the school year and all, but we start up in the summer so we are all in our cycles by now.

    Don’t you ever get bored of it? Sasha wondered. Mandy really did commit a lot of time to band. At least in this school, mostly everyone was in band. She got labeled a band geek, but Mandy didn’t mind at all.

    You’ve never been to BOA Grand Nationals. The past two years have been amazing. I like meeting people from different cities and all the traveling gets me out of this box we live in, Mandy commented, a tinge of excitement in her voice. There wasn’t much to do in this town and sports were generally all high schoolers did to keep themselves amused. They couldn’t even drive to school. Apparently in the 1970s there was an accident with some students and the school had banned all students from driving to school. You had to have permission and a card to hang from the rear-view mirror.

    I guess I didn’t think about that. It could be fun, but I don’t know since I don’t play an instrument, Sasha said, letting out a sigh as they ebbed ever closer to the building.

    If you wanted to, you could probably play drums or something. Those are pretty easy to pick up if you have a knack for keeping a rythym, Mandy offered.

    Really, don’t they have that developmentally challenged person on the drums? Sasha wondered. She wasn’t trying to be rude about it, just stating facts, but Mandy’s expression turned sour.

    He’s really good at it, Mandy noted, pausing to adjust her backpack while Sasha shifted uncomfortably.

    Oh, Sasha said quietly.

    Anyway..., Mandy said, trying to divert the conversation to something lighter.

    Are you excited for the new school year? We’ve only got one more left until we graduate, Sasha wondered with a smile.

    Yea, but I don’t know what I want to do in college. I know I’ll probably end up being a music major. Then again, I don’t know if I want to get into music theory, performance, or education, Mandy told her, adding, What about you?

    I haven’t decided yet. Maybe some kind of art career. I don’t think I’m very good at anything else, Sasha said. She had taken some art classes in school, and she had lined up a commercial art class in her courses for this year. She always took a few art classes and wished she was able to schedule more in, but other subjects took priority.

    "What about the other thing?" Mandy offered.

    Seriously? You can’t make a living being a medium, Sasha responded. She hadn’t ever thought about her special gift as a profit-making one. Of course, Mandy was the only one that knew about it and she wanted to keep it that way.

    "Uh...yea you can can. Look at all those commercials on TV. Look at TV! They’ve got shows for people like that," Mandy said excitedly. Sasha thought it about it for a minute.

    It’s not like I can just tell my mom, ‘I’m going to be a medium’ you know, she said to Mandy sarcastically. Mandy huffed in response.

    "But you can see things. You know things!" Mandy told her. It was true. Sasha could sometimes see imprints of the past as they were related to the dead. It rarely happened, and when it did she wasn’t sure whether she was just imagining it in her dreams. She certainly didn’t want to become someone’s science project.

    "You are the only person that knows about it and I want it to stay that way. I don’t want people to think I’m weird or crazy."

    I guess it would be weird for some people, Mandy said solemnly. She didn’t feel very helpful, but it wasn’t though it was her fault. Sasha could sometimes be a little cold and Mandy knew Sasha wasn’t even aware of it when she was.

    No kidding. I don’t want to end up in a psych ward, Sasha laughed out her reply sarcastically.

    Well, we are here, Mandy said as they stopped walking. The words Everidge High School were etched above the door in the stone in front of them.

    Let’s go in, Sasha told her.

    Sasha and Mandy entered their first classroom, which they had together. Luckily students were sometimes able to request a class in the same time period as their friends. The staff at Everidge thought it would be beneficial if the students were more comfortable with their classmates. They weren’t allowed to talk during class hours of course, but the students did seem to pay more attention.

    They took their seats and one of their friends called to them from another seat while they waited for the teacher to come in. Have you heard about Betsy?

    Who is Betsy? Sasha asked, turning to address Simon. Simon was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He had piercing blue eyes, messy brown hair, and a very athletic build. Sasha might have had a crush on him, but she always dismissed the idea as he never seemed to have an interest in her.

    She was a junior last year. I heard she vanished from the school, he said to Sasha as if he was telling a ghost story. Sasha turned to look at Mandy and noticed her eyebrow upturned.

    "From the school?" Mandy inquired.

    "More like in the school," Simon stated. Sasha rolled her eyes. Simon was very playful and liked to get a rise out of his female friends. He was a prankster and making up a story to scare them was right up his alley.

    Honestly? Sasha asked, her jaw dropping slightly.

    Would I lie? Simon said with forced seriousness.

    You’ve ben known to, Mandy said to him. Before he could say anything more in defense, they were interrupted.

    So, we should like totally go through the school and look for her body or something. It was Kendra, the all-American blonde bombshell of a cheerleader. She liked to hang around Simon, probably because she thought he was deliciously hot and a great athlete.

    Start in the attic, Simon said, a tone of mystery and contained excitement in his voice.

    The attic? Sasha wondered. Is there even one in here?

    You haven’t heard the stories about the attic? Simon asked in a hushed whisper, suspenseful even. There’s a door that leads to nowhere.

    Kendra flipped her hair and said, almost pouty, "That’s ridiculous Simon. Who ever heard of a door going nowhere?"

    Actually, Mandy said with a finger raised, her voice airing a tone of intellectual prowess. There is a house in California, I think, with a bunch of doors that go nowhere. It was supposed to channel spirits or something. It’s a huge mansion that was never finished and they just kept adding to it.

    I think I saw that on TV, Sasha noted with realization. The History Channel did a special.

    "I remember watching

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