Fire (Losing Christina, No.3)

By Caroline B. Cooney

Christina understands the Shevvingtons have left a path of hollowed-out, misplaced ladies in psychological hospitals around the nation, and he or she has visible the key documents that turn out it. however the Shevvingtons are decided to wreck the facts ­ and Christina. This time, they're going to use fireplace. They stuff her pocketbook jam-packed with matchbooks, scribble flames over her category notes ­ whatever they could do to make it seem like Christina is captivated with fireplace and a probability to herself and others. With summer season holiday and protection simply weeks away, Christina needs to make one final determined try to maintain her sanity ­ and her existence. this can be booklet 3 within the wasting CHRISTINA sequence.

Show description

Quick preview of Fire (Losing Christina, No.3) PDF

Similar Detective Fiction books

"Shouldn't You Be in School?" (All the Wrong Questions)

Is Lemony Snicket a detective or a smoke detector? Do you scent smoke? younger apprentice Lemony Snicket is investigating a case of arson yet quickly unearths himself enveloped within the ever-increasing secret that haunts the city of Stain'd-by-the-Sea. who's environment the fires? What secrets and techniques are hidden within the division of schooling?

The Disappearing Staircase Mystery (The Boxcar Children, Book 85)

Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny used to dwell on my own in a boxcar. Now they've got a house with their grandfather, and they're solving up the previous Bugbee condominium, a spooky mansion of their local! The Aldens are supporting the center and palms staff restoration an previous property. the home is bursting with collections of its mysterious and whimsical former proprietor.

The Flickering Torch Mystery (Hardy Boys, Book 22)

Unexplainable aircraft crashes close to an airport at the East Coast plunge Frank and Joe Hardy right into a strange case. From the instant Frank and Joe discover a radioactive engine in an aircraft junkyard, unforeseen hazards strike like lightning. regardless of the repeated makes an attempt on their lives, the teenage detectives pursue their research, learning very important clues and others that offer the answer to at least one of the main baffling mysteries the men and Mr.

The Phantom Freighter (The Hardy Boys, No. 26)

While eccentric Thaddeus McClintock invitations Frank and Joe Hardy to accompany him on a sea voyage, the teenage investigators turn into entangled in an internet of puzzle. who's attempting to block the 3 from securing reservation on freighter ships that hold passengers? The decided efforts of Frank and Joe bring about a dangerous online game of wits with a hoop of slippery smugglers and to a dramatic disagreement at the excessive seas.

Extra info for Fire (Losing Christina, No.3)

Show sample text content

Christina and the ocean washed into the empty visitor room. How drained she was once from all that buying. How she yearned to lie down. maybe she, like Val, might lie down ceaselessly. She could relaxation and never speak. Sleep and never imagine. The mattress was once smooth and inviting. Chhhhhrrrissssssstinahh, whispered the realm. She felt herself turning white and formless, just like the furnishings within the hurricane cottage, shapeless underneath the sheets. She used to be now not break away the realm, yet one with it. Sinking into it by means of wasting her grip on it. She considered her hair, of its separate shades, yet she might not consider them. She considered Blake, yet may not consider what he gave the impression of. considered Benj, yet he didn't subject. “Here I am,” she stated to the home and the ocean. whilst her eyes closed, she knew she might by no means open them. She lacked the will. She may remain deep inside of herself, the place all was once identified, all used to be secure. She considered Christina Romney, yet even Christina Romney didn't appear to topic. She used to be an individual, however the individual was once no longer Chrissie Romney, approximately fourteen, finish of 7th grade, Maine, united states, the realm. She used to be another individual, floating via time and climate. somebody historical and new. an individual at struggle and at peace. “Here I am,” she acknowledged to the home and the ocean. She lay quietly within the inside her brain. It used to be now not muddy darkish in any respect, yet smooth and rocking, like a hammock within the coloration. outdoor within the corridor, the brass numbers on every one visitor room door winked and went out like candles. there has been a creaking and a sighing, just like the footsteps of ghosts. i'm a shell, idea Christina. She didn't brain. It used to be secure and simple, being a shell. No insides to fret approximately. “I’ll stay,” she acknowledged to the home and sea. bankruptcy 19 “TODAY’S THE SEVENTH-GRADE PICNIC,” stated Michael at breakfast. Mrs. Shevvington had made runny poached eggs. Michael and Benj loved them that means, yet Christina didn't. yet this day it didn’t subject. Christina had now not gotten up. Benj had long past into her bed room and informed her it was once time for college. Michael had long gone in to assert it used to be time for breakfast. yet Christina simply lay there. Mr. Shevvington stated, “What a disgrace. due to the fact that Christina won’t be in class, she can't attend the picnic within the night. For in fact the varsity rule is that you just can't perform after-school actions in case you decide to pass college by means of day. ” “Won’t be in class? ” stated Benj. “Of path she’ll be at school. I’ll move drag her off the bed. ” “She wishes her rest,” stated Mrs. Shevvington. She smiled at her egg and stabbed the little yellow mound along with her fork. Yellow yolk spurted over the egg white and bumped into the toast. Mrs. Shevvington reduce a bit sq. of bread and sopped up the egg yolk with it. It was once the type of factor that made Christina gag. “After the way in which Christina has been acting,” acknowledged Mrs. Shevvington, “running clear of Mr. Gardner, locking us out of our personal residence, fiddling with candles and suits — good! — you recognize, at least, the lady is overtired. ” “Overtired? ” repeated Mr. Shevvington. His eyebrows reached into his brow and concealed underneath his lengthy, silvery hair.

Download PDF sample

Rated 4.99 of 5 – based on 25 votes