Marked
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2007
Place of publication: New York
Language: eng
Table of contents: title: Chapter One; title: Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse I saw the dead guy standing next to my locker. Kayla was talking nonstop in her usual K-babble, and she didn't even notice him. At first. Actually, now that I think about it, no one else noticed him until he spoke, which is, tragically, more evidence of my freakish inability to fit in.; title: "No, but Zoey, I swear to God Heath didn't get that drunk after the game. You really shouldn't be so hard on him."; title: "Yeah," I said absently. "Sure," Then I coughed. Again. I felt like crap. I must be coming down with what Mr. Wise, my more-than-slightly-insane AP biology teacher, called the Teenage Plague.; title: If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope.; title: Zoey, please. Are you eveneed listening? I think he only had like four---I dunno---maybe six beers, and maybe like three shots. But that's totally beside the point. He probably wouldn't even have had hardly any if your stupid parents hadn't made you go home right after the game."; title: We shared a long-suffering look, in total agreement about the latest injustice committed against me by my mom and the Step-Loser she'd married three really long years ago. Then, after barely half a breath break, K was back with the babbling.