|Angels in the Shadows|Book Exerpt|

Angel in the Shadows Book One by Lisa Grace.This is a book exerpt from my favorite book(at the moment ).Enjoy!

Finally,after a grueling eight-hour bus ride, we arrive at camp.My voice is almost gone from leading the last few hours of songs and games.It's exciting to finally be old enough to be here as a junior camp counselor. I don't have to sneak my coffee anymore. I can go right into the counselors' room and get it. One draw back is we're not allowed to bring cell phones, iPods, or anything like that to camp. There's no place to plug them in and zero reception anyway.It's about as rugged as I want to get. About the only person I would want to talk to, besides my BFF Mandy, is going to be here anyway,Seth.
I'm bouncing with excitment because Seth and his bus should be arriving in the next two hours. We've always liked each other. Seth is so cute with light brown hair and golden brown eyes. We've been texting each other, but it's not the same as seeing him. I'll get to stand close enough to feel his heart beat, absorb his warmth, and get dizzy like I'm on the most exciting adventure of all. Nothing else compares.
The bus jerks to a halt and I wake from my daydream. Mr.Steve calls out as he steps off the bus and stretches his legs."Hey Megan, help those kids get their gear and lead 'em up to check in, would ya?" All the kids love Mr. Steve. He's always laughing and has a smile on his face. He's kind of like the uncle you always wished you had.
"Sure," I say as I'm tackled by Nikki, one of my youngsters.
"Don't worry Megan, we'll help you," Nikki says as she's squeezing the life out of me.
"Just grab your bags and help some of the younger kids with theirs, okay?" I say as I try to peel her arms off me.
"Can I be in your cabin please, please, please, please?"Nikki asks.
Secretly I'm flattered. "It's not up to me. We have to go to check in and see where we're assigned." I grab my duffle bag and head up the walk yelling, "This way everybody!"
Carrie, one of the other counselors, is still helping some of the younger ones unload their bags from the lower storage bays on the bus. Carrie always wears her blonde hair in pigtails, even though she's the same age I am. Carrie's a total tomboy. We go to the same high school and church, but don't know each other well, because we're so different. She turns to me and yells, "Go ahead, I'll handle the stragglers."
The lake is peeking throught the trees on the left, and I can smell the water. I'm so happy to be here you can't wipe the smile off my face. Seth and I should be able to sneak some alone time. We have our own secret place on the lake. There's a small cliff, only about eight feet high, with a rotting dock about two feet down. When you sit there, you're kind of hidden from the world. Last year we would head up there and talk. You can see a million stars at night. We could count the shooting stars and orbiting satellites that raced across the sky while the waves lapping at the rocky shoreline provided a rhythmic drumbeat to our senses. Loons call out in distress. The sound is so foreign and mournful, a sad contrast to the cry of the seagulls back home in Florida. The bats would appear like shadows, swooping over the lake to eat the bugs. It's mysterious and magical. You feel like anything could happen at any moment. It's so nice to have someone as special as Seth and a private place to share with him.
Half the kids are racing ahead. They've been here before and are eager to show the newbies the way. The walkway leads up to the main lodge, a hulking two-story building built of log timbers and stone. Check-in is in the lobby where it is cooler since even in North Carolina it's hot and humid in July. The adults running the place, the Timmons, prefer not to sweat if they don't have to. There are two dormers upstairs for the youngest kids and cabins surrounding the lake for the older ones.
I wait off to the side as my young charges find out where they're assigned. I feel a quick tap on my shoulder. I turn around to find a smiling Mr. Z.
"Mr. Z!" I give him a quick hug. "I'm so glad to see you!" Last year he was one of my favorite camp staffers.
"Megan, it's nice to see you too. I'm glad you came back to help us out. We need some staff that can chase down these ruffians, tackle 'em, tie 'em up, and keep them in line. Speaking of staff, here's your badge of courage."
I laugh as he hands me my name badge. I look at it, MEGAN LAUGHLIN; CLEARWATER, FL; STAFF. I know it is kind of hokey, but I feel happy all over again.
"You know by putting this on you become an official target for every water balloon, frog, snake, and prank these kids can dream up." Mr. Z was smiling as he speaks, then I notice he seems to be glowing. What I thought was the sun behind him-isn't. It's definitely him.
I laugh and shake my head trying to ignore what I'm seeing. "Yeah, I know I'm in for it." I pause and just look at Mr. Z and the aura surrounding him then quickly look around realizing that no one else in the room is seeing the glow but me.
"Are you okay Mr. Z?" I ask.
"Never better Megan. Why don't you find out what cabin you're in and when things calm down we'll have time to go over a few things."
At that moment the main lodge door slams shut, grabbing my attention. When I look back at Mr. Z, he's gone. I know it's not normal to see people glowing. Maybe I need to cut down on the caffeine. With a jolt a chilling thought hits me; maybe I have a brain tumor. I calm down as I look around. I realize there can't be anyhting wrong with me, because no one else is looking like they just walked out of some cheap nineteen fifties' movie about radiation poisoning. No one else has an aura, only Mr. Z.

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