Salvation is a YA Contemporary book published by Speak (Penguin Young Readers) and released January 10th.
Especially Beth Courant, AKA the walking disaster area. Dreamy and shy, Beth is used to blending into the background. But she's also smart, and she has serious plans for her future.
Popular guy and bookish girl--the two have almost nothing in common. Until fate throws them together and the attraction is irresistible. Soon Beth is pushing Salva to set his sights higher than ever--because she knows he has more to offer, more than even he realizes.
Then tragedy strikes--and threatens to destroy everything that Salva has worked for. Will Beth's love be enough to save him?
www.anneosterlund.com. Salvation is her fourth novel, and she has dreams of many more in the future.
CHAPTER 1: COLLISION—SCENE 3
Salva scanned the stark classroom. The seniors sat so frozen in their seats you’d have thought the air-conditioning was working. Every chair at the back of the room was already filled. With nerds.
Luka was in the front row. Salva liked Luka. If it weren’t for his phenomenal speed as a running back, nobody at Liberty High would be headed for the state football championship. But sometimes the white guy was just strange.
What sane person would sit in the front row before the Mercenary? Her scowling expression curled Salva’s stomach. The pointed toe of her shoe tapped out a funeral dirge, and she wielded a bright red marker as if she might stab him with it.
Salva cut his losses and sat down behind Luka.
The walking disaster area came in next. But she didn’t know when to hide. Instead, she stood there, stuttering her apologies, trying to untangle the strap of her backpack from her frizzy brown hair, and dropping things, first her pencil, then an eraser, while the entire class waited for her to just sit down.
“What are you doing here, man?” Luka whispered to Salva.
Markham, Salva mouthed. Enough said.
Luka rolled his eyes in response.
What are you doing here? Salva wanted to ask, but a second glance around the room revealed the presence of Nalani Villetti, the girl whom Luka had been following around like a puppy for the past six months. Sooner or later, he’d wake up to the fact that she was letting him follow her.
But Salva didn’t have time to clarify that point just now.
The Mercenary had headed his way with a stapled form that was already in everyone else’s possession. Her hand slammed down on his desk, leaving a synopsis of the three million hours of work she expected this quarter. “Welcome to AP English,” she told the class.
Yeah, friggin’ welcome.
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Copyright @ 2013 by Anne Osterlund. Used by permission of Speak, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. All rights reserved.