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Pure Gold
Pure Gold
Pure Gold
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Pure Gold

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Christine Gold is a perfectionist, a high school freshman who excels both in academics and gymnastics. Her perfect world begins to unravel when her dad accidentally sends her a strange text message meant for someone else. Unable to resist investigating what her father is up to, Christine finds herself the target of those who intend to keep her in the dark... forever.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBrett Cooper
Release dateMay 27, 2013
ISBN9781301416066
Pure Gold
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Brett Cooper

Brett Cooper is a middle school Literacy teacher and the award-winning screenwriter of Snoop. He lives in Wheaton, Illinois, with his wife, four boys and mini golden doodle.

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    Pure Gold - Brett Cooper

    Pure Gold

    By Brett Cooper

    Copyright 2013 Brett Cooper

    Smashwords Edition

    Original Cover Photo by Alasdair Middleton

    (http://www.flickr.com/photos/alza06/),

    Photo adapted by Brett Cooper

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    Chapter One

    At 6:30 on Monday morning, Christine Gold claimed her favorite spot in the Morning Valley High School library media center. It was far back in the corner, away from the noise of the hallways and the inquisitive glances of the librarians at the circulation desk, and near enough to the wall of windows to provide plenty of illumination, without the glare.

    Time to study. Always time to study, really – but the mornings were particularly good because she was fresh in mind and body, recovered from the previous night’s gymnastics training, and because being the early bird made her feel like she was about to get the worm. Whenever she laid out her books and papers on the table and got to work in the quiet before the chaos ensued, Christine invariably felt powerful. Like Wonder Woman. Super Girl. Valedictorian.

    Such a beautiful word, valedictorian. Six syllables. Latin etymology. Academic perfection. First in class. Ivy League material. Most Likely to Succeed. All of these were her destiny, if she had anything to say about it, and she did. But first she needed a bulletproof GPA. An A in every class, even in AP Calculus and AP Physics, the two which worried her most. But those classes would not terrorize her till her senior year.

    Focus on freshman year first, Christine.

    She heard the soft sound of casters rolling across carpet. It was Peter the custodian, pulling a trash can across the library. His duties brought him here every morning between 6:35 and 6:45, usually. A big bear of a man, Eastern European maybe, he seemed to be even shier than Christine, which put her slightly at ease. He had a nice smile, too. Very humble. He made eye contact with her, smiled awkwardly and then cast his gaze to the floor.

    Good morning, Christine said.

    Hello, Peter replied, his voice low and gruff yet still pleasant.

    He sure was no chatterbox. Rather mysterious. Christine wondered briefly what his story was. Probably a married man, she thought. Maybe a few kids – struggling but getting by. Who knows, really, how anyone else actually lives.

    Her phone buzzed in her purse. She checked it.

    A text from her dad: "got it. by the dumpster at 715″

    Huh?

    As she puzzled over this, another text came: sorry dear. ignore. fingers typing randomly lol. have a good day

    Christine labored to focus for the rest of the day. The message of that first text was a like a brainbug in her ear, gnawing, gnawing. In Biology class, she really began to worry. An affair? Was her dad scheduling a meeting with some other woman by a dumpster? Or was he involved with the mob somehow? Why would someone meet by a dumpster? The second text was obviously a cover-up. Her dad had meant to send the first text to someone else. Sent it to her accidentally. Who had he meant to text? And what did got it refer to? Something to throw away in the dumpster? Or maybe money? Or a gun? Drugs?

    She’d been watching too much Netflix. These ideas were coming too easily, fast and furious. This was her dad, after all. How could Christine be thinking such awful things about her father? He worked so hard for his family. Was so supportive. He was a great dad. He was the best.

    Still, that night, at gymnastics, Christine decided to duck outside just before 7:15.

    Can I take five? she said to Coach Jill, who was one of three coaches. Coach Jill gave her a nod of approval.

    Mrs. Gold, waiting with a few other parents in the viewing area, gave Christine a questioning look as she passed.

    Need some fresh air, Christine said. Be right back. And she waved and skipped on by before her mom could say anything else.

    Tentatively, Christine navigated her way in the dark of a cool March evening, from the parking lot to the alley and then to the back of the gym, where the dumpsters were. She peeked around the corner.

    No one was there.

    I’ll wait three minutes, she thought.

    But she didn’t need that long, because her dad appeared a minute later, from the other side

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