Wuthering High: A Bard Academy Novel - Plot & Excerpts
complains the girl standing in line in front of me. She’s talking in an exaggerated California surfer-girl accent. “I mean, like, oh — my — God, I cannot live without my iPod.”I watch as the guards confiscate mini TVs and DVD players, BlackBerrys, cellphones and Palm Pilots, iPods and Nanos, PSPs, Xboxes, even laptops — basically, anything you can think of that might make life tolerable in the middle of nowhere. Even our hair dryers and curling irons are confiscated, which to me is the worst thing of all. It means that my hair isn’t going to be coming out of a ponytail until I leave this place. Not that I have anyone here I want to impress exactly, but it’s the principle of the thing.“Is this school run by the Amish or something?” says someone else behind me. “I am so not giving up my PSP.”I’ve got a hand-me-down laptop from Dad — it’s four years old and it only does dial-up — but it’s a computer anyway, and how else am I supposed to check my e-mail? And I guess I can kiss blogging on MySpace good-bye.
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