Here Today, Gone Tomorrow (Gifted #3) - Softcover

Kaye, Marilyn

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0753463105 ISBN 13: 9780753463109

Publisher: Kingfisher, 2009

Synopsis

Gifted: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow by Marilyn Kaye

Shy, dreamy Emily Sanders is able to foresee future events with the gift of premonitions, but they aren't always quite right. With frustration, Emily can not yet manage to control her visions, and the other students usually don't take her seriously. As Emily works on controlling her gift and her premonitions become clearer, her classmates find themselves in a situation where they are forced to listen to her, but will it be too late?

About this title

About the Author:

Marilyn Kaye is a former associate professor of library sciences and the best-selling author of numerous books and series, including Replica. Her book, Penelope, was made into feature film starring Christina Ricci.

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Gifted: Here Today Gone Tomorrow
First Chapter ExcerptCHAPTER ONE
Sometimes Emily wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or having one of her visions. Usually it happened in the early morning, just before her alarm went off.
On this particular Monday morning, she was pretty sure she was awake. She knew her eyes were open because she could see her chest of drawers, her desk, and her bookcase, with her old collection of dolls from many lands lining the top shelf. Dim sunlight was coming through the muslin curtains at her window, and she could even see the sweater she’d left hanging on the bedpost the day before.
But at the same time, she saw something else, something that didn’t belong in her bedroom-an image, sort of translucent, that floated before her eyes. Even though it wasn’t very distinct, she recognized the image immediately-it was one of her classes at school, her so-called gifted class.
There was the teacher, Madame, sitting at her desk. In their usual seats sat her classmates: Ken, Amanda, Tracey, Martin, and the others. She could even see herself... but wait, there were only eight students-someone wasn’t there.
It was funny, in a way: they all complained about the class-some of the students even hated it-but they rarely missed it. And with only nine students in the class, no one could skip it without being noticed. But who was missing in her vision? Jenna was there; she could see Sarah; and there was Charles in his wheelchair...
Carter was missing. It made sense that she hadn’t realized this immediately. Since Carter didn’t speak, he didn’t call attention to himself, and it was easy to forget he was even in the room. But normally, he was there, physically at least, so this was odd.
Then her alarm clock sounded, and the classroom disappeared. She sat up, reached out to her bedside table and turned it off. The image was gone, and she still wasn’t absolutely sure if it had been a dream or a vision. She’d dreamed about her class before, but the dreams had been like most of the dreams she had, full of silly things, like Ken swinging from a light fixture or Charles dancing on Madame’s desk. The image she’d just experienced had seemed so real... yes, it must have been a vision.
It probably wasn’t a big deal though. Carter might act like a zombie, but he was a human being and just as susceptible to getting the flu or an upset stomach as anyone else.
“Emily! Are you up?”
Her mother’s voice sounded testy, as if this was the second or third time she’d called to Emily-which was entirely possible. Emily’s visions, even the trivial ones, always seemed to require all her senses, so she might not have heard her mother’s earlier calls. Or maybe she’d really been sleeping. It was so hard to tell...
“I’m up,” she called back. Dragging herself out of bed, she left her room and went across the hall to the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and almost choked on the toothpaste. Why was her face so blurry? Was this the beginning of another vision?
No, it was just that she hadn’t put her contacts in yet. Having done that, she went back to her bedroom where she spent about twenty seconds selecting her clothes. This activity never took very long since she essentially wore the same thing every day, with some minor variations in her choice of T-shirt or sweater. She didn’t bother with makeup. Until very recently, she’d worn glasses, and what was the point of makeup when your glasses covered half your face? And even though she had contacts now and her face was more visible, she hadn’t yet bought any cosmetics. Makeup required concentration, and the way Emily daydreamed, she knew she’d end up putting lipstick on her eyelids.
So when she checked herself out in the mirror, she didn’t encounter anything surprising. In fact, having examined photos of herself as a small child, she knew she’d looked pretty much the same all her life. In her class picture from first grade, she could see the same oval face, long straight nose, and full lips she saw now. She was still wearing her long straight brown hair in the same style, which was actually no style at all.
She wondered if she would still look like this when she was an adult. But as usual, when she really wanted to see the future, she couldn’t.
“Emily! You’re going to be late!”
“I’m coming!” She snatched up her backpack and ran down the hall to the kitchen. Her mother had set out a choice of cereals on the small kitchen table, and Emily helped herself.
“Did you sleep well?” her mother asked. She asked Emily the same question every day, and usually Emily responded with an automatic “yes.” But this time, thinking about her confusion that morning, she looked at her mother thoughtfully.
“Mom... do you ever think you’re awake but you’re really sleeping? Or the other way around?”
Her mother looked at her sharply. “Are you having those visions again?”
I never stopped, Emily wanted to reply, but she knew this would only upset her mother. She never liked talking about Emily’s gift, but every now and then, Emily took a chance and brought up the subject. She couldn’t help hoping that there would come a time when her mother would want to listen to her. But the expression on her mother’s face told her that now was not the time, so she didn’t even bother to respond to her mother’s question.
“Is there any orange juice?” she asked instead.
Her mother was clearly relieved to have the change in subject. “Of course, it’s in the refrigerator. There’s grape juice, too-it was on sale at the grocery store.”
Her mother was always on the lookout for items on sale. She had a good job as the office manager for a company, but since the death of Emily’s father, she was the only one in the house who earned money.
A couple of other kids at Emily’s school had also lost a parent, and although she’d never talked to them about it, she assumed they suffered the same kind of sadness she did. But she couldn’t imagine that either of them felt as guilty about it.
“By the way, I’ll be late getting home today,” her mother told her. “I’ve got an appointment with Tony.”
There was nothing unusual about that. Her mother wore her hair in a short, layered style, and every six weeks she went to see Tony at Budget Scissors for a cut. But out of nowhere, Emily had a sudden vision, and she was alarmed.
“I don’t think you should do that, Mom. Not today.”
“Why not?”
The vision was shockingly clear. Her mother’s normally soft curls were a frizzy, snarled mess. “I can see you. After your appointment. Maybe Tony’s in a bad mood or something-I don’t know-but he’s not going to give you a nice haircut today.”
Emily watched the bewilderment on her mother’s face turn to irritation, and she didn’t have to be a fortuneteller to know the annoyance wasn’t directed at Tony the hairdresser.
“Emily, stop it, right this minute! You’re talking utter nonsense.”
There was no point in arguing with her, but Emily had to make one point. “Mom, if my visions are nonsense, why do you think they put me in the class for people with special gifts?”
Her mother’s lips tightened. “I don’t want to discuss this now, Emily. We’re leaving in two minutes.”
She left the kitchen. Emily finished her cereal and went to search for her school stuff. She wasn’t angry at her mother for not understanding her gift. How could she be angry when Emily didn’t understand it herself? Passing through the living room, she paused to look at the framed photograph on the wall. It was something she did whenever she thought about her so-called gift, but it never provided any answers. Only more questions.
The photo was only eight years old, but her mother looked a lot younger in it. Maybe it was because she was smiling, not just with her lips but with her eyes-an expression Emily didn’t see on her face very often. She had one hand on the shoulder of five-year-old Emily. And on Emily’s other side was her father.
From the angle of the photo, it seemed that no matter where Emily stood when she looked at it, his eyes were on her. And sometimes she felt that he was looking at her with disappointment, like he was reminding her that she could have saved his life.
There were times when she wished she couldn’t recall the memory so easily. Was it her very first vision? She couldn’t be sure, but it was the first one that had a real effect on her life. And it had happened at such an ordinary moment.
It was as detailed a memory as if it had occurred the day before. Her mother was brushing Emily’s hair, getting her ready for a day at kindergarten. Her father was putting some papers in his briefcase.
The image had come to her out of nowhere, just like the vision she’d had of her class that morning. She could see her father walking out the front door, heading to the car he’d parked across the street. She could see him stepping off the curb without looking both ways. Another car, moving very fast, came screaming around the corner. And hit him.
She wanted to tell him about this frightening vision, but he was already heading to the door. She knew all she had to say was something like, “Wait, Daddy, I have something to tell you,” but she didn’t. Even today, she still didn’t know why she hadn’t spoken up. Was she afraid he’d laugh at her?
The “why” didn’t really matter now. Her father was killed by a speeding car and it happened just the way sh...

About this edition

• Publisher: Kingfisher
• Publication date: 2009
• ISBN 10: 0753463105
• ISBN 13: 9780753463109
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 224