Fifteen-year-old Oliver Grain begins his school year fighting off bullies, learning about the boy who committed suicide in his room, and trying to understand why his history teacher, Mr. Gordon, has taken such a personal interest in him.
Do you believe in ghosts? Do you believe you can make bullies simply disappear? Do you believe you can walk through walls?
Mr. Gordon tells Oliver: “When you truly believe anything is possible, you will be able to open doors where there were only walls.” And one of those doors leads Oliver to Provex City, which puts him in far greater danger than he can possibly fathom.
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from the book, Provex City.
This is a YA Paranormal Fantasy, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt.
Excerpt from Provex City
By Michael Pierce
Desiree looked back at the pictures on the bookshelves. “I lied to you earlier … and I don’t like doing that.”
“Oh?” I said, confused.
“TJ and I had attended the same schools since elementary. His family had lived here as long as mine. He was a year older. I had known him most of my life.”
“Desiree, I’m so sorry.”
“He was my friend.”
“Did you see it coming?”
“When you look back and analyze everything to death …” she stopped for a moment, probably realizing her choice of words, “… you see what you missed in the moment. I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.”
“It’s not your fault. You can’t blame yourself for him being a coward and opting out — ”
“He wasn’t a coward!” Desiree snapped.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean — ”
“I should have had more compassion. I never even got to say goodbye.” Desiree was supposed to be the one supporting me, and here she was nearly in tears. I took a step toward her, not sure if she was emotionally asking for a hug.
“You still can, you know. He’s here … ”
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can,” Desiree said, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can handle it. I wasn’t around when it happened. Maybe if I was, I could have done something.”
This was a vulnerable side of her I had never seen. Her sadness made her look so young. So wounded. So broken. So not like Desiree.
“TJ was in drama at school. At home, he played the violin. Do you know how much time and dedication it takes to learn to play the violin well?” She paused again. “I could listen to him practice for hours. It was so beautiful. I would lie on his bed and drift away while he played. There was nothing like it.”
I could hear the soft music again as I remembered last night. “I’ve so wanted to know who he was.”
“He was my best friend.”
“So, would you like to say hello, or goodbye — for old time’s sake?”
Desiree seemed to finally consider it. And she seemed to have a greater natural awareness than me, which could make for interesting revelations. “Are my eyes blotchy?” she asked as she carefully dabbed around her lower eye lids.
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
She didn’t say anything back, but she attempted a smile. Her makeup was running, but I didn’t want to upset her more. I led her to my bedroom, though it seemed she already knew the way. Inside my room, she paced around my furniture. She seemed to be somewhere far away, lost in a memory. “TJ’s bed used to be on the other side of the room. And his desk was under that window.” Desiree stopped in front of the mirrored closet doors. “Oh God, I look terrible.”
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