Name: Cayce LaCorte
Genre: YA Paranormal
35 word pitch:
Charley discovers she can teleport but it comes with a violent entity that can take over at will. She must control her gift, and her curse in order stop the arsonist that’s plaguing her hometown.
“Oh crap, not again.” I found myself face down staring at a dirty linoleum floor. A loud crash had snatched me out of a deep sleep, and I had landed hard on my side, pain radiating from my hip. How could a floor be so sticky and still smell like ammonia?
A loud voice echoed, “Finally. I’ve been tryin’ to wake you up for five minutes. So much for being nice about it, I had to smack the trashcan with my sweeper.” A stout woman stared at me like I was ruining her day. The dark skin wrinkled around the corners of her firmly set frown as she straightened her blue vest, and planted a hand on her hip. “Now I’m use to some of those other folks trying to catch a nap indoors, but you don’t look like you belong here, honey,” she said.
I squatted to a low crouch and winced at the pain in my side and the pounding in my head. I assessed my surroundings as quickly as I could, a large open room with some benches. Screens covered in departure and arrival times hung above an enclosed booth. My head sagged and I leaned it against the seat of the bench. “I’m at the bus station?”
“What’d you say? Never mind,” she said, “you ain’t supposed to be here. There’s no buses coming for hours.”
I looked up at her and my fear must have been visible because she softened, like she was speaking to a scared child. I guess she kind of was.
“Can I call someone for you, honey? How far are you from home?”
I wasn’t going to panic. I was determined not to panic. I had always been a logical and capable person who could handle darn near anything and it’s not like this was the first time this had happened.
Just focus and do the same thing you did last time. Figure out where you are, avoid causing a scene and get home. The last thing I needed to do was freak my Dad out with all this.
Hey dad, I’m at the bus station. Why no, actually I have no idea how I got here. I went to bed in my room and woke up here. Can ya come get me?
Oh yeah, that’d go over like a fart in church.
“I’m fine. I’m fine, I promise. I must have passed out at the party and my friends are messing with me,” I said as I tugged at my top and attempted to coax the stray blonde hairs back into my ponytail. “Really, I’m just down Tunnel Road. It’ll take two minutes to walk there.” I took a deep breath and smiled as I stood up. “My friends are probably waiting for me outside right now, laughing about all this.” I felt for my keys or phone. Figures. Why should things start going my way now?
“Okay, if you say so, but I didn’t see nobody bring you in. Heck, I didn’t see anything but you on one of my benches, out of nowhere,” she said, looking around the room, searching for co-conspirators. “And you better believe that nothin’ gets past me.”
I managed a weak smile, but when I took a few steps my throbbing head made me wobble, and I felt like I was going to throw up. Judging by the sideways look she gave me, I must have looked as bad as I felt. At least it helped sell my lie about drinking.
It was a warm mountain night and I had a long walk ahead of me. Why did this keep happening to me? There had to be a reasonable explanation.