Tempus

Chapel Ryan isn't crazy. At least that's what she's been trying to convince herself for most of her life. But after being hallucination free for three years, Chapel finds herself facedown on her English classroom's gritty linoleum floor. When she looks up, everyone around her is suspended in animation: Mouths hang open mid-yawn, feet hover mid-cross. Ms. Freeman's arm flexes mid-sentence diagram. It's another hallucination, or, is it? Chapel prepares to tear herself back to reality when something happens ... It's the new guy with a scar over his lip and a reputation as black as his perfectly styled hair. And all of the sudden Chappel's white-knuckle grip on her life has slipped, and with it, her assurance that what she's expecting isn't real.--P. [4] of cover.