The other group at our table must have been the Allergy Club, because apparently all they talked about was their excessive seasonal allergies. I ignored Virginia’s pointed stares and tried to listen intently to one boy’s story of the time his throat became so swollen he couldn’t swallow.
Three minutes into the at-first-riveting, but ultimately boring tale, a hand rested on my shoulder. Virginia snorted her disgust. I turned around and looked up, almost choking on my pizza. David. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I had actually found him appealing. Looking at him now, I couldn’t imagine why.
“Hello, Hyalee. Virginia,” he said, not taking his eyes off me for a second. Virginia grunted, but didn’t respond.
“May I sit here?” he asked.
“We have a strict no-loser policy at our table,” Virginia said vehemently. David glanced at one of the Allergy Club boys, blowing snot bubbles through his nose. Virginia followed his gaze and grunted. “And, as you can see, we have exceeded our quota,” she added defiantly.
“I wouldn’t have a problem with you it,” I said to him, “but this seat is already taken.”
David was not to be deterred. “Well, then, I’ll just sit here until she returns,” he said, and did just that. Virginia laughed with contemptuous amusement. My temperature suddenly increased. A hand appeared on David’s shoulder. David and I both stared up into the extremely unfriendly eyes of Singleton Johnson.
Singleton smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. With a steely voice I could never have imagined had I not been sitting there, he said, “I believe the ladies said this seat was taken. So thank you,” Singleton said, sounding one hundred percent unthankful, “for wanting to keep it warm for me, but I can do that myself.” I’d never realized how short David was until that moment when he got up from his seat. He was the same height as Virginia, in fact, and his five-foot-five-inch stature was certainly no match for Singleton’s six-foot-two.
“Oh,” he mumbled. Singleton moved his bag and stepped into David’s space next to me. All I could focus on was him. Only Virginia noticed David leave; she waved enthusiastically at him as he went. He didn’t bother to return the gesture.
Authors: Folami and Abeni Morris
Genre: YA Fantasy Romance
Hyalee Smith is dead, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Her short life was devoted to love and to hate. Love of the man who stole her heart, hate for the man who stole the world. Murdered by the government she swore to destroy, fate has given her another chance to make it right. But to save the planet, she needs the help of the most powerful mystic the world has ever seen—unfortunately he hasn’t been born yet.
In a world where fear is the only currency, Dephon has committed the ultimate crime: inspiring hope.
His only goal is to make it safely through ninth grade, but on a post-apocalyptic Earth run by the Treptonian government, it isn’t that simple. Heir to a legendary power, Dephon Johnson is the only threat to the government’s rule. And on Trepton, all threats must be eliminated. When hundreds of assassins are dispatched to neutralize him, Dephon is forced to fight back. His only chance of survival is to enlist the aid of the greatest warrior the world has ever known. The only problem is, she’s been dead for 13 years.
Folami and Abeni Morris are a sister-sister writing team. Together they wrote (and rewrote) The Exemeus series, somehow managing to accomplish it without murdering one another. Despite their tendency to finish each others thoughts and stick up for each other constantly, no, they’re not twins and thus deserve their own individual bio.
Folami grew up in the tiny city of San Mateo Ca, where nothing ever happens and no one ever leaves. She went to Xavier University for undergraduate, getting her B.A in physics and her B.S in Biology. After graduation she returned to California, to live in an even smaller city, where even less happens, Antioch Ca. During this time she escaped the monotony by hanging out with her imaginary friends Hyalee and Dephon, and by writing the Exemeus.
She finally escaped to Queens NY and now realizes that quiet and tiny aren’t so bad.
As luck (and logic) would have it, Abeni grew up in the same tiny little town as her sister, then she too escaped to the tinier town of Antioch. She has yet to leave. She received her bachelor’s degree in early childhood development from Cal State East Bay. She is the mom of two amazing kids, who swear that they deserve a percentage of the book proceeds and a ton of the credit. At least she raised dreamers.
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