Read Online Mother of Darkwaters: Book one of the Vessel series by Tony C. Skye - Free Book Online

opening her purse.
       “Here,” Rebecca hands Caroline an anti-bacterial wipe. She lingers for a second while staring at Caroline's face. She arches her right blond brow, reaches back into her purse, and pulls out a handful of the wipes.
       “Pfft,” Jennifer enjoys watching Rebecca's response to the disaster at hand.
       “What?”, Rebecca's question is more of a warning than anything else.
       “Nothing,” Jennifer plays off Rebecca's empty threat. After Tamara helps Caroline to wash up, Jennifer hands her bff a face towel from her purse. Tamara dabs the cloth on Caroline's face.
       “Ready,” Tamara steps back.
       In just under ten minutes, the S.V.C. walks out of the girl's restroom ready to own their day.
     
       Ring. Ring. The West Hills High School bell announces the five-minute warning to get to class.
       “Jennifer, send me a copy of that video,” Rebecca orders, “We're going to make sure we have full control of our senior activities this year. Let's all meet up at lunch and discuss the details.”
       Jennifer swipes on her smartphone and grins, “Done.”
       Rebecca checks her phone. “Gotcha creep,” she addresses the man on the screen.
       “Property of the S.V.C.,” Caroline adds with contentment.
       “That's right,” Rebecca acknowledges her approval.
       “Gotta go, ladies,” Rebecca responds. The friends hug once more and part ways to start their morning. Captain Rebecca Hindsworth of the S.V.C. calls back to her squad,
       “Remember, lunch. And no boys, Tamara.”
       “Aye-aye, Captain,” Tamara confirms playfully, “No boys.”
     
     
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       Tamara turns the handle to her classroom door. She steps inside and shuts it.
       “Ms. Stilliard, so glad you could grace us all with your presence,” a voice greets from behind the teacher's desk.
       “Sorry. Bathroom,” the eighteen-year-old responds.
       “Uh-huh,” Mrs. Dreiser of classroom 314 Calculus II utters, “Take your seat, Ms. Stilliard. You just might learn something today.”
       Tamara looks to her left. She spots her open seat next to her boyfriend Jason. The position forward on the boys’ varsity basketball team, Jason Deveraux is a good fit for Tamara. His six-foot three-inch handsomely built frame doesn't make her feel like a giant when she is near. She grins slightly while making eye contact with her early morning boy ride.
       “Hello beautiful,” Jason quietly speaks.
       Tamara settles into her seat. Making sure the Calculus Nazi isn't watching, Tamara lip syncs the word, 'hello'.
       “Books out. Phones off and put up,” Mrs. Dreiser ritualistically states.
       Tamara reaches into her backpack. Placing the thick text upon her desk, the light freckled nose girl notices a folded piece of paper. She covers the paper with her right hand and pulls until the paper drops into her lap. The girl waits for Mrs. Dreiser to face the white marker board. Whenever Mrs. Dreiser begins writing both a partial-derivatives and a double-integral formula, the dark tan girl unfolds the note.
       It reads: “I heard Caroline had a breakdown in the hallway. Marcus said he saw her straight check you and Jenny. Is it serious?”
       Tamara disposes of the evidence inside of her backpack. Fake-copying the board of useless information, the teen begins writing. When she finishes, she pushes the notepad on her desk into easy view for Jason.
       It reads: “It's not serious. She's just having a hard time with her dad doing what he did to her and her mom.”
       Jason nods and sits back in his chair.
       With her back to the class, Mrs. Dreiser speaks, “And if Mr. Deveraux and Ms. Stilliard would like to come up here, we will let them show us how to solve these.” The teacher turns around, “Unless, they would rather I read their love letters to the rest of the classroom?”
       Jason and Tamara exchange looks and head for the front of the