Lisa Orchard is sharing from the second book in the Super Spies series: Super Spies and the High School Bomber.
This book opens in a small town in Michigan where Sarah and her sister Lacey are now living with their Aunt and Uncle. Still reeling from the fact her parents have disappeared, Sarah starts the school year with her new friend Jackie Jenkins. When Sarah learns the school has been bombed, she’s filled with dread. Uncle Walt is a teacher, and he was in the school when the bomb exploded. Taking matters into her own hands, Sarah decides to search for him. The rest of the Super Spies are right behind her. When a fireman chases them away from the school, Sarah becomes suspicious. She decides to investigate. The FBI arrives on the scene. Sarah realizes this bombing could have even bigger implications. Searching for the bombers, Sarah is introduced to the world of terrorism. She fears that the bombing and her parents’ disappearance are connected and terrorists are involved. To make matters worse, the bombers are determined to finish the job. Can the Super Spies find the bombers before it’s too late?
A whoosh of roiling hot air lifted Sarah Cole and flung her
against the kitchen wall like a fumbled football. At the same time, the windows burst into millions of pieces, showering everything with tiny shards of glass. Sarah crumpled to the floor, still clutching the phone. She lay there stunned, unable to inhale or exhale.
“Sarah! Sarah!” her younger sister, Lacey, screamed from the bathroom, where she’d been drying her hair.
The ringing in her ears was so intense, Sarah could barely
hear her. Groaning, she opened her eyes and saw only red through
her right one. Dread rippled through her body.
“Sarah! Sarah!” Lacey cried again.
Sarah dropped the phone, and put her hand up to her eye.
She fingered the area gently before pulling her hand away. Blood.
“Lacey,” she croaked, unable to manage more than that.
“Sarah! Where are you?”
“The kitchen,” Sarah said, finally able to breathe. She
blinked her eyes twice and her vision cleared. Relief flooded her
body and she wilted against the floor.
“Holy Moley!” Lacey shrieked.
Sarah jumped at the sound of her voice. She didn’t realize
Lacey had come up the stairs and into the kitchen. The ringing in
her ears was almost gone.
“No kidding,” Sarah said, covering her right eye with her
hand and glaring at Lacey with her uncovered one. She brushed
her shoulder length blonde hair away from her face and gasped at
the blood running down her arm.
“We’ve got to get you to the hospital!” Lacey screamed in a
voice edged with hysteria.
“Stop freaking out!” Sarah gave Lacey the old one–‐‑eyed
“Sarah, there’s blood everywhere,” her sister whimpered as
she wrung her hands. She gazed around her. “What happened? Did
our furnace blow up or something?”
“I don’t think so.” Sarah shook her head, dust particles and
slivers of glass cascaded to the floor. She furrowed her brow and
absentmindedly brushed off her clothes. “I think something
exploded outside. Help me up.”
Lacey held out her hand to Sarah and pulled her into a
Blinking, Sarah gazed around the kitchen. On most days it
was a sunny room with pineapple wallpaper and pine cabinets. It
was the most popular room in the house—everyone congregated
there during the holidays.
Sarah blinked again. Dust floated through the air and glass
littered the yellow linoleum floor. She groaned and turned her
attention to her arm.
As she examined the blood running down it, another wave
of panic flooded through her body. Sarah’s legs wobbled when she
stood and she stumbled as she reached for a kitchen towel that lay
on the counter. She used the soft cloth to blot her eye. When she
pulled the towel away, she was shocked to see the amount of blood
that had soaked into it. Sarah gulped, trying to swallow her fear as
beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
With unsteady feet, Sarah stumbled into the hall where a
She was afraid to look. Taking some deep breaths, she stared
into the cracked mirror and noticed a cut in her eyebrow. The
amount of blood that seeped from the cut was enormous compared
to its small size.
Lacey walked past Sarah on her way to the den. The crunch
of glass under her sister’s feet caught Sarah’s attention, and she
sighed. Thank goodness we had our shoes on. A wave of relief washed
over her body and she exhaled another deep sigh. The girls had
been getting ready for school when the windows exploded and
covered everything with glass.
“Sarah, come here! You’ve got to see this!” Lacey yelled.
Sarah whirled around and spotted her sister walking from
the den—her eyes were round and full of shock.
“I think all the windows have been smashed. Come and
Holding the towel against her cut, Sarah followed her into
the den. “Holy crap!”
She gazed into the room. Shards of glass covered the
furniture and the floor. The sun streamed through the window,
shining on the jagged bits embedded in the carpet. It appeared as if
tiny diamonds were buried within the fibers.
“What in the world happened?”
Sarah shook her head. “I have no idea.”
The shrill ring of the phone made Sarah jump. She dashed
back to the kitchen and found the phone where she had dropped it
“Yeah, it’s me.” Jackie’s voice eased some of the tension in
Sarah’s body. Jackie Jenkins was her best friend. They had met
when Sarah and her sister moved in with their aunt and uncle three
Sarah glanced down at her legs and for the first time saw
tiny nicks where she had been hit by flying glass. She bent down
and examined the cuts further. They were not deep, and were
“All of our windows exploded! Do you know what’s going
on?” Sarah asked.
“There was an explosion at the high school.”
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