Over The Edge

by Kimberly Gibney

Overview

Sara's family moves to a sleepy New England town her senior year of high school where she is faced with the anxiety of starting over, meeting new people, and worst of all a serial killer that is targeting young girls.

Over the Edge is a cling to your seat, nail-biting experience just waiting for you to dive in and become part of the story.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781456761295
Publisher:	AuthorHouse
Publication date:	05/18/2011
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	432 KB

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Over The Edge

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By Kimberly Gibney

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Kimberly Gibney
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4567-6128-8

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Chapter One

It was late September of Sara Grady's senior year when her family moved to the sleepy little New England town of Simpleton. Sara's father, Bill Grady, had taken the position of police chief of the town. Simpleton was a safe and somewhat boring town from what Sara had gathered so far. Most of the people had lived here their entire lives and had no idea what life was like outside of this small town. The nearest shopping mall was over an hour away—and let's face it, shopping is every teenaged girl's favorite pastime next to talking on the phone. The main reason Bill Grady had accepted the position was the non-existent crime rate—having his family in a safe community was important to him.

Her mother and older brother were thrilled for him. Sara, on the other hand, wasn't happy about being uprooted and having to start her last year of high school over again. Sara's brother was in college so he didn't have to endure the pains of getting to know a new school, friends, and just life in a small town in general.

Sara did love the new house, though. It was huge compared to the little Cape Cod she had grown up in back in New York. Her room was on the third floor; a finished attic, practically her own private apartment. At least she felt she could escape there when everything else seemed miserable in her life.

Moving to Simpleton wasn't exactly the highlight of her year. In fact, Sara felt that leaving her friends behind would probably kill her. Thank heaven for the internet and cell phones. Sara knew she was going to have to make an effort, though, if she wanted to fit in, and not fall into the "wrong crowd". Senior year and having to start at a new high school wasn't her idea of fun. The first day was going to be the worst, but she knew she had to get through it.

The fall semester had already begun two weeks prior to Sara's arrival in Simpleton so she was a bit behind, but that wouldn't be a problem since she had a nearly perfect GPA and was counting on earning a scholarship to college. Monday morning after the move-in weekend came before she knew it. Sara showered and hopelessly ran a hand through her long hair. She pulled on her favorite skinny jeans, boots, and navy sweater. She critically looked herself over in the mirror before grabbing her keys and shoulder bag, and headed downstairs. Her mom greeted her with a smile.

"Don't you want to eat anything before you go, Sara?"

"No, too much nervous energy."

"Well, have a great day honey, and try and make some new friends."

"Will do," Sara said sarcastically, closing the kitchen door and heading out to her car.

Sara loved her car, a fully restored 1969 Ford Mustang convertible, cherry red with bucket seats. It was her Mom's first car and her grandfather had helped to restore it the summer before he passed away. This car screamed confidence and when she sat behind the wheel that knot of insecurity she felt melted away. Sara turned the key and the engine purred as she started the car. She glanced in her rear view mirror and slowly backed out of the driveway, dreading the day that lay before her.

The drive to school was shorter than she had expected. As she arrived the students were gathering in the parking lot leisurely awaiting the first bell. Sara wasn't sure exactly where to park so she took the farthest spot from the building. She felt like everyone was staring at her as she pulled in and cut the engine. The parking lot wasn't that big, so the chance that she could make an anonymous entrance was next to impossible that day. Sara took one last glance in the tiny mirror on the sun visor and opened the car door to what she expected to be the entrance to living hell. Much to her dismay and just as she had expected, everyone was staring at her. Thinking so much for that anonymous entrance, she put her head down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular. She headed toward the front office to meet the registrar and get her class schedule. After Mrs. Peabody, the registrar, got her settled, she headed out to begin the first day of the rest of her life.

The school seemed rather large for a small town, but Sara was hopeful that she would find her way around. Things sure were different here than at her old high school. Back there, you were subject to metal detectors and people fighting in the halls. At Simpleton High, things were much different, or at least that is what she had seen so far. Sara was making her way to her locker and first period English—and not paying much attention to where she was walking—when she collided with a strikingly beautiful blond girl, dropping the map she'd picked up at the registrar's office.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking," Sara said, stopping to pick up the map from the floor.

"No problem—you look a little lost," the girl said in a nice way, despite the fact that Sara had almost knocked her on her butt. "I'm Amy. You must be Sara, right?"

"How did you know my name?"

"Small town, plus everyone has been talking about you since you pulled into the parking lot this morning. Hot car, by the way."

"Thanks," Sara said, blushing a bit.

"Let me see that schedule ... we have first period together; come on, I'll show you the way."

They walked to English together and as they got to the door Sara took a deep breath before entering the classroom. Sara handed her schedule to the teacher, who gave her a copy of the novel the class had started and pointed to an open seat toward the rear of the class. The class was reading a classic and Sara's favorite, To Kill a Mockingbird. Sara quickly took her seat and tried to avoid eye contact with her new classmates.

"We have a new student joining us today; please help me welcome Sara Grady."

Everyone turned and said hello. A few people from the back of the room whistled until the teacher quieted everyone down. Sara must have turned three shades of red. After her face returned to normal and class got under way she stared out the window and daydreamed her way through the rest of the class. Would she survive here in Simpleton?

The day was full of uncomfortable attention-grabbing situations like first period. When lunchtime rolled around, Sara found Amy in the cafeteria and she motioned for her to come and sit at her table. Sara recognized a few faces from some of her earlier classes—Mike, Sam, Kristen, Amy—and a bunch of other people that for now remained nameless. Sara found out that Amy was head cheerleader and that most of the people at the table either were on the cheerleading squad or the football team and for the most part pretty popular people. Sara couldn't believe she had hit the jackpot in the meeting-new-friends department on her first day. Much to Sara's surprise, everyone was very nice and really excited about the upcoming football game on Saturday against the rival high school, Chadbourn. Saturday's game was the biggest game of the school year aside from homecoming. Football in Simpleton was a tradition, and so were the victory parties. Some of the guys at the table were talking about an after party. "Dudes, we are going to Mike's lake house to celebrate afterward," Sam said to a bunch of guys that looked as though they all played on the team.

"Sara, you should come to the game," Amy said.

"I don't know ... football isn't my thing."

"Come on, it will be fun and we can go to the Mike's party together afterward."

"We will see," Sara said, just to appease her.

Amy was filling Sara in on the popular crowd. As they were chatting, Sara looked up and saw a gorgeous guy walking across the room toward the table. "Who is that?" Sara asked Amy, without looking in his direction.

"That's Ethan Campbell, he is the quarterback," Amy replied with a smile.

"Oh," Sara said, trying not to make it sound too obvious that she was totally taken off-guard by his good looks.

Sara watched as Ethan joined the end of the table. The guys were all high-fiving and acting as if they were complete now that Ethan had joined them. He glanced in Sara's direction and she felt her heart skip a beat.

"He is a senior; his parents own the pharmacy in town. He also happens to drive a hot car too," Kristin joined in the conversation. Kristin Hale was co-captain of the cheerleading squad and as nice as Amy. She had long dark brown hair, olive skin, and green eyes. She looked like a supermodel for Sports Illustrated magazine. In fact she was very smart and wanted to be a psychiatrist someday.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Sara asked, trying not to sound desperate.

Amy and Kristin smiled. "No, he is single at the moment," Amy said. The bell rang and everyone was off to their afternoon classes. Sara couldn't help but watch Ethan. He got up to leave the cafeteria with a few other guys from the team and she could have sworn he glanced back at her but it was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her. Sara thought to herself that she was not the kind of girl who swoons over the most popular good-looking guy in school. In fact, she had never dated all that much before moving to Simpleton based on the mere fact that she was rather shy. Most of the guys she knew back at her old school she had known her whole life and never thought of as anything more than friends. But Ethan was different—she could feel it. Sara watched him walk out of the cafeteria with the other guys and off to his next class.

Speaking of next classes, the next three were not so bad. In fact she was kind of getting settled faster than she had anticipated, but Biology was her least favorite subject and to end the day with biology was Sara's idea of cruel and unusual punishment.

She took her seat at an empty lab table toward the back of the class. "Great, she thought, I won't have to endure a lab partner after all today. But her luck just kept getting better—Ethan came into the class and headed toward Sara's table.

"Hey, I think you are my lab partner," he said.

"Um, if you say so," Sara replied, thinking that was so stupid.

"We haven't met, I am Ethan," he said with a drop-dead gorgeous smile.

"Sara," she replied shyly, as Mr. Stone, the Biology teacher, handed out that day's lab and everyone got to work.

The biology lab wasn't so bad, but Sara was very uncomfortable sitting so close to Ethan. Ethan Campbell, how would one describe him? He was tall, about six feet, with perfectly tousled dark brown hair, blue eyes the color of the Caribbean sea, and, from what Sara could see, a well-built body. When Ethan smiled his face seemed to draw you in and make you forget all your thoughts. Ethan was wearing faded blue jeans and a lightweight charcoal-gray sweater with brown hiking boots. He wore a class ring on his right hand and a leather band on his left wrist. Sara thought he was totally hot and looked like a Calvin Klein model on one of the billboards in Times Square.

"So you're new, huh?" he said, trying to make conversation as they progressed through the lab almost silently.

"Yeah, um ... today is my first day," she said quietly.

Other people were talking rather loudly giving the indication that the lab had been completed.

"Okay people; let's keep the volume down a few decibels," Mr. Stone said.

"Your dad is the new police chief, right?" he asked, lowering his voice a bit. Ethan played with his bracelet, Sara noticed, and she wondered if he was as nervous as she was at that moment.

"Yes, I guess you know all about me, huh?" She replied, a little sarcastically.

"Sorry, I was just trying to make conversation," Ethan said, sounding defensive.

"No, I'm sorry, it's been a long day and you have no idea what it's like to tell your story fifty million times in one day," Sara said, apologizing for being rude.

"Well, I am a good listener," he said with that half grin. Sara blushed and looked down at her lab book. She could feel him staring at her but didn't have the courage to look up.

She managed to finish the lab without saying anything too foolish and without having to make direct eye contact with Ethan. The bell rang a few minutes later and everyone gathered their things and headed out of school for the day. After dropping off her books in her locker and Sara made her way to the front office to drop off the signed schedule with the registrar and then off to the sanctuary of her car.

The parking lot was the after school hangout, apparently. Everyone was congregating by their cars, listening to music, and engaged in conversation. Sara quickly made her way through the crowds to her car and tried to avoid any unnecessary contact with anyone. As she pulled out of the parking lot she gave Ethan a glance, noticing that he was getting to his car with some friends. Kristin was right about his car being hot—he also drove a Mustang, but his was a brand-new shiny black GT. Ethan watched her as she slowly pulled out of the lot and headed down the road.

"Dude, did you catch the new girl today at lunch—Sara?" Mike asked Ethan.

"Oh yeah, she was my lab partner in biology," Ethan replied.

"Why is it that you always have all the luck when it comes to the chicks at this school?" Sam asked.

"She is majorly hot; too bad her dad is the police chief. No booty calls there." Mike said.

"Dude, is that all you ever think about?" Ethan asked.

"What else is there?" Mike said, slapping high-fives with Sam.

"Her ride is awesome; did you see her looking at you?" Sam said to Ethan.

"Whatever, man," Ethan replied, slapping him on the arm as he grabbed his gear from his car. "Come on, we don't want to be late for practice or Coach will have us running laps all afternoon," he said as he watched Sara drive away.

"No way am I running laps after yesterday's practice. I think I lost my liver or something." Mike said.

"That's from all the partying you do after we win, stupid." Sam said.

It had started to rain and practice was brutal for everyone. Coach was pushing the team even harder than usual in preparation for the upcoming game on Saturday. Amy was practicing indoors with her squad to avoid the rain. Around 5:30 when practice ended the football team came through the gym cold, wet, and tired.

"You guys look rough." Amy said to Ethan and Mike.

"Man, Coach kicked our butts today. Maybe you could give me a rub down," Mike said as he sauntered toward the locker room.

"Any time, any place," Amy flirted.

"Hey Amy ... come here for a second," Ethan asked. "I saw you talking with that new girl, Sara, today in the cafeteria, right?"

"Yeah, Sara is really sweet," Amy replied. "You know, she asked about you today."

"What did she say?"

"Not much, really, she just asked who you were and if you had a girlfriend."

"And ...?"

"And nothing. The bell rang before she could say anything else.

Continues...

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