Intergalactic warrior-in-training
Marcum trades his spaceship for high school classes, basketball, and homemade
pies in order to court Earth girl Selina. So what if his first motive is to
exploit her obvious gift of time-bending—the ability to slow the passage of
time—something that would be invaluable in fighting other aliens. Now he can’t
help falling for her. When his planet’s leaders learn the secret of her gift
they vote to breed her with Marcum’s arch rival, Coreg, whose ability to speed
up time has helped him beat Marcum at every simulated battle they’ve practiced
together. Creating a race of people with both abilities would make them
unstoppable against their adversaries, the star cannibals.
Selina starts to fall for both Coreg
and Marcum’s clumsy flirting, but she doesn’t fall for their attempts to entice
her into galactic warfare. She hates video games like that. She’s afraid of
heights. She’s never even been alone with a boy in a car, let alone a
spaceship. And she doesn’t think Marcum’s spaceship is anything more than one
heck of a science project until Marcum takes her to the moon and back.
It may seem like she can make a
moment last for hours, but what’s the point if it makes those uncomfortable
moments stretch out longer? Do Coreg and Marcum really expect her to give up
everything she cares about—her best friend Alex, her special needs brother,
Hershey’s chocolate—to go up, up in a rickety spaceship again and, dare she
think it, fight? Nuh-uh, not gonna happen. Especially since one of them is too
awkward to even kiss her.
But hormones are the same from one
end of the universe to the other and a few almost-kisses have put stars in
Marcum’s eyes. Nevertheless, keeping his loyalty to his planet means going
along with Coreg’s plan to kidnap her. He hates himself for keeping Selina's
fate a secret from her. Hates himself more for not going after that kiss. When
his conscience becomes a black hole of love and guilt, betrayal seems his only
option. The question is, whom should he betray?
And—why does Alex keep getting in
the way?
What
readers are saying about THE TIME BENDER:
Interesting
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I thoroughly
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well as adults who like light science fiction/fantasy entertainment. –bookgirl
★★★★★
The Time
Benders is a totally delightful, young teen Sci-fi/fantasy story. Chapoton’s
easy breezy style is so enjoyable and works well when her aliens register at
school and try to fit in to teen life. –Cindy Stone ★★★★★
The
“Time-Bender” is a quirky young adult sci-fi story with a cast of loveably
flawed dorks (in the best way possible). –Chelscey ★★★★★
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THE FIRST FEW PAGES:
CHAPTER 1
#SnowAndStars
I
ANSWERED TO loser, elf-skin, slobberer and Lady Bla-bla, to name a few of the
less contemptible slurs. Everyone labeled me. Now my high school guidance
counselor, Mrs. Smith, added a new one, classifying me as having an avoidant
personality disorder. What the freak? Her analysis came after only three
appointments during which I barely spoke.
This
appointment was now over and she dismissed me from her tiny office with a
smile. I, however, remained majorly stunned. So stunned that I stomped out. And
by stomped I mean I slipped quietly around the door jamb, my lips tightly
pressed together. I made a feeble attempt at a smile and mouthed my thanks—I’m
nothing if not polite—though my eyes lingered on a piece of gum stuck to the
floor. Whether or not she heard me was another thing.
I
kept my eyes averted from her secretary and fixed them on the bowl of leftover
Halloween candies on her desk. I was dying for some chocolate.
“Here’s
your pass back to class, Selina,” the secretary said. She held out the pass, and
also a piece of candy and a tissue, which motivated me to shuffle
close enough to receive the objects.
I
honestly tried to produce an acceptable word of thanks before she turned around
and kicked the copy machine. Two seconds later the bell rang. The last bell of
the day. I stood there crumpling the pass and judging the safest path through
the corridors. The halls filled and so did my tear ducts. I focused on my feet
and coaxed my ugly shoes into alternating steps all the way to my locker. My
best friend Alex was waiting there. He had my locker open and was holding my
winter coat out. I knew this not because I’d lifted my gaze, because I hadn’t,
I knew it because coming from the counseling office instead of my last class
took longer. Naturally Alex would be there to make sure I wouldn’t miss the
bus.
I
stuffed my arms into my jacket without a word, grabbed my backpack and shoved
most of my textbooks in it. We walked out together with me a step behind and to
his side. If I got too close to him someone would mock me and he’d spring into
action. It was easier if there was no hint of our special relationship.
But
it was one of those days. As we inched down the school bus aisle two junior
girls whispered some choice gossip about why my skin looked icy blue. Alex looked
back at me, wiggled his cocoa brown eyebrows and kept his temper in check. The
wiggle was an effective distraction. It kept him from going ballistic and me
from crying. I made a noise indicating grateful appreciation of his feeble
attempt at humor.
The
girls repeated their taunt. Louder. Honestly, it wasn’t the worst thing they’ve
ever said, but they continued with another dig about me being a virgin.
Followed by tittering. Every kid already seated lifted their heads in unison. I
could feel it; I couldn’t bear the unblinking mass of judgmental eyes, so I
focused on the back of Alex’s head, willing him to look back again while I
blocked out the snickering.
He
did and gave me another eyebrow wiggle. Okay, that one was a bit over the top. I
knew Alex was struggling to keep his cool. His dancing eyebrows didn’t match
his tight lips and clenched jaw. He flashed me a smile, a phony one for sure,
but with good intentions. I matched it with a forced upturning of the corners
of my own mouth. Some moron farted loudly and all the attention on me switched
to him. I let my breath out. We took our seats and cradled our backpacks on our
laps. Alex visibly relaxed. Me, not so much. I stared past him out the grimy
window, forbidding my facial muscles to pucker my lips or quiver my chin while he
searched for a particular song to listen to. A few snowflakes started falling
as the bus pulled away from school.
I
got a grip and concentrated on what was positive in my pathetic life: Alex. Sweet,
sweet Alex. He was devotedly protective of me, had been since we were seven, but
we were just friends. No racing heart or sweaty palms, at least not on my part.
And not that I’d want there to be. Not with Alex. Only in books and teen movies
did the girl end up with the dork-turned-dream-guy who had been right there
under her nose all along.
He
cleared his throat. “So … how about we pray for a snow day tomorrow, Selina? Or
would you prefer an alien abduction?” His voice was deep, smooth and low, rich
as homemade hot chocolate—a singer’s voice. His tone and the silly questions
meant he was calm again even if I wasn’t.
I
considered the options carefully. I rarely spoke in the close quarters of the
bus—huh, maybe I did have an avoidant personality disorder—but, anyway, I
thought of a clever answer and knew Alex would appreciate it. “Stand by, snow
storm. Cue clouds.”
The
girls across the aisle giggled through their sneers. Crap, they heard my stage
directions. Stupid habit. Kill me now.
The
bus rumbled over a speed bump and the seat ahead punished me with a smack to my
knees … well, I definitely deserved that.
“You
okay?”
I
nodded and Alex handed me an earbud. “Good. I’ll cancel the aliens, then, and
we’ll pray for snow. I found a song about winter.”
I
closed my eyes and listened. Thank God for Alex. He was one of the very few who
accepted how I looked and acted. His humming along with the tune soothed me. I
squirmed in the vinyl seat, squeezed my eyes tighter, and fought the urge to do
something radical. Like glare at my tormentors. Too bad making eye contact with
cool kids was not in my social skill set.
“Selina.”
Alex nudged me.
“Huh?”
I opened my eyes. Usually such uncomfortable moments lasted forever, but
somehow we were at my bus stop already. This wasn’t the first instance my
perception of time seemed skewed. I handed Alex the earbud and almost winked at
him. Oops. Emoji: troll face.
I
pretended I had something in my eye. Sure, I can talk to Alex like I talk to my
own soul, but I’d sooner flirt with a Martian—if I could flirt at all. “Call me
later,” I whispered, code for you don’t have to get off at my stop today. I
rose and carried my backpack like a shield.
Now
if I could get down the foot-littered aisle and then the steps without tripping
that would be good. Even better if no one tossed any barbed comments at my
back. That thought was enough to knot my intestines.
My
toes caught on the ribbed rubber of the last step and I fell into gray slush,
dropping my pack and wetting both knees and one hand. Sweet. The driver took
his time closing the mango-colored door behind me. Muffled guffaws rippled
along behind the windows and the bus snailed ahead a mere inch or two. Diesel
fumes puffed a noxious cloud around me. I kept my head down. I focused on the slurry
oozing up between my fingers and tried my hardest to rise. It took forever.
In
that eternity the strangest scene played out in my head like a fantasy movie. I
saw two scarecrow figures running inside a large enclosure. They stopped next
to a nebulous structure the size of a bus. In my mind’s eye they morphed into fuller,
well-muscled bodies, but I couldn’t distinguish their faces—I knew intuitively they
were good-looking though—and one entered the bus-thing while the other jogged
toward a larger bus … no, it wasn’t a bus, it was a spaceship. They were going
to pilot stolen ships to come to Earth. To come and get me. My heart lurched
and my whole body, even the icy fingers still in the slush, tingled not with
fear, but with excitement. The startling
images withered faster than they formed and as soon as I rose they completely
vanished, but that didn’t stop my body from dumping a dose of adrenaline into
my bloodstream. My heart contracted like a squeezed balloon.
“Changed
my mind.” I knuckled a wet strand of hair out of my eyes as the bus turned the
corner. “Forget the snow day,” I said to no one. “I’d prefer an alien
abduction.”
*****
COREG
JABBED AN elbow in Marcum’s side, jogged ahead, and claimed the newest starship
available to the young recruits: the celestial blue Intimidator. Its
name matched Coreg’s temperament.
The
vessel’s underside drained away an oily substance that ran along the hangar’s
grooved floor. In the low gravity it left a dull mechanical odor.
Marcum
reached the ship a moment later. Coreg laughed at him. “No time-pacer blood in
your veins, is there?” Coreg pulled his thumb ring off and showed Marcum the
inner readout. “Here’s the extended leave code.” He elbowed him again. “And,
hey, I won’t speed, sunny.”
“I
don’t believe you.” Marcum ignored the throb in his ribs and the loathsome
nickname. He adjusted his thumb ring to accept the code. “Your time-pacing will
be a good diversion if we start near the space alley before the guard ship
gives chase.”
“Technically
we’ll be exceeding the distance limits there, but it’s absolutely worth the
risk of banishment.”
Marcum
gave a reluctant nod and a grunt from the back of his throat. “Ehk. I’ve
jeopardized my future twice by listening to you. What’s once more?”
He
and Coreg, rivals since they entered the Interstellar Combat Academy, held
nothing back in trying to best the other in both simulated and real battle.
Coreg
snorted. “There were no consequences either time, thanks to me. The odds favor
us again and the guard will never suspect we’re going to pierce the space
alley. Especially if you take the Galaxer.”
They
both glanced at the old spaceship Marcum had trained on, its sides and
underbelly a faded cerulean frost, the nose and topside a dull copper. Coreg
continued, “You translated the uncorrupted radio waves from Earth with me. You
know how high the probability is of finding a human time-bender there.”
Marcum’s
grunt was enough to concede. He moved toward the Galaxer.
“Don’t
back out on me, sunny,” Coreg called out. He pressed his ring into the side of
the Intimidator not waiting for Marcum’s response. He was already
fixated on how he would use the time-bender. And as a time-pacer himself, he might
be awarded total control of him.
Or
her.
The
thought of the time-bender possibly being female caused Coreg to hesitate. Before
he could initiate take-off Marcum’s old ship lifted off ahead of him. He
pressed his feet into the piloting divots and stretched his hands up to the
ceiling levers. He gave a warrior’s shout and blasted off without checking the
immediate airspace.
*****
FOUR
LONG HOURS later I finished my homework and the laundry. My tears had retraced
their tracks a couple of times. It sucks to be me.
The
snowfall had changed from light flakes to frozen crystals as soon as the bus
finally lumbered out of sight. Wisps of swirling snow rose like genies escaping
an enchanted lamp. After my little brother got home the weather steadily worsened,
transforming into a whiteout with huge flakes. The heavy wet kind. They made
the spruce tree branches bend low to the ground and the pine boughs push
threateningly across the power lines. I guess they did more than threaten
because five minutes after the dryer buzzed the electricity went out. Could
this day get any worse?
Unfortunately,
stomping one’s feet in protest of the weather has relatively little effect,
especially when executed in bare feet on carpet. I stepped on something sharp—a
piece to one of Buddy’s toys—yelped and limped a few steps before reaching the
smooth floor of the kitchen. I found the candles in the junk drawer and the
matches on the highest shelf. Buddy was at my elbow, whimpering, but at least
he wasn’t throwing a fit. I lit the candles and lined them up on the table. Their
orange glow reflected in my brother’s glasses in a most unnerving way.
Michigan
winter. Something else to cry about.
“Cue
the scary music,” I mumbled. Sheesh, it wasn’t even mid-November yet.
“Thelina?”
Buddy’s voice trembled as he lisped my name and asked for the tenth time, “When
… Mom ... h-home?”
“I
don’t know, Bud. Soon, I hope.”
Nine
years ago Alex got a puppy for his eighth birthday; I got a special needs
brother. I wouldn’t trade him for a thousand puppies.
Of
course I might trade him for an honest-to-goodness boyfriend. Not to sound
desperate or anything, but you could leave out the “goodness;” I just wanted a
boyfriend. Good, bad, tall, short, blonde, brunette, as long as a check
appeared in the box marked Human. And it would be nice if he had his driver’s
license. Okay, so I was desperate, especially since I’d come to terms
long ago with the medical fact—all right, suspicion—that I probably
wouldn’t make it to eighteen. Mrs. Smith thought I had APD, but I had something
much worse, something I couldn’t explain to her. Yeah, a lot of tears over
that.
Not
likely to find a boyfriend though. Not if it meant I’d have to talk to a guy,
let alone flirt with one.
A
loud booming noise made Buddy and me jump. “It’s the outside deck, Bud,” I
assured him—and myself. “The wood cracks that way when the temperature drops so
fast.” That sounded like a reasonable explanation to me. Yes—pep talk to
self—I was going to believe that was the deck cracking and not some crazed
murderer with a gun or a psycho-maniac breaking the basement window. I looked
through a gap in the clouds where stars pin-holed the night and forced my
imagination to fly to safer orbits. There couldn’t be any murderers or maniacs
up there … and it had to be a zillion times colder that far out in the
universe. I imagined a spaceship racing toward Earth. No, two spaceships … like
I envisioned before. Cue the science fiction adventure.
Echoes
of the shock of hurtling through space wavered through my flesh, and I tried desperately
to stop the vision. Then I drew a long, painful breath, and found myself
shaking, the shock turning to a very real feeling of danger.
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