![]() She stepped into her room and heard the soft hum as the room comp whizzed to life, scanning her vitals and adjusting the temperature accordingly. But she just didn’t feel anything when they kissed.īut the only boy Avery did want to kiss was the one she never, ever could. Avery did like him: he was funny in a loud, fizzy way that made her laugh. Someone would pick them up tomorrow, one of the bots, or Sarah if she actually showed up on time. She kicked off her heels and walked barefoot toward her room, leaving the shoes in the middle of the hallway. She couldn’t look anywhere without seeing her reflection. They were so proud of this entryway, but Avery hated it: the hollow way it made her footsteps echo, the glinting mirrors on every surface. Back before she was born, when the Tower was under construction, her parents had bid aggressively to get this place-the entire top floor, with the only two-story foyer in the entire structure. The elevator doors closed behind him with a click.Īvery sighed and stepped into the grand entryway of her apartment. “You looked really beautiful tonight,” he added. ![]() I’ll see you later.” He retreated to the elevator, then turned back, his eyes traveling over her once more. Something flickered over Zay’s expression-irritation? confusion? “Got it. Do you even like me?”Īvery opened her mouth, then fell silent. “Avery.” Zay dropped her hand and took a step back, running his fingers through his hair. He’d been finding excuses to touch her all night she should have seen this coming. “I’m sorry,” Avery mumbled, hiding her annoyance with a fake yawn. ![]() “I was thinking maybe I could come in? Since your parents are away and everything . . .” “Me too.” Avery tilted her bright blond head toward the retinal scanner, and the door unlocked. But as her friend Eris always said, a party was a party, right? Not that Avery cared much about the aquarium. They’d been down at the New York Aquarium on the 830th floor, dancing in the soft glow of the fish tanks and familiar faces. “I had a great time tonight,” Zay Wagner said as he walked Avery Fuller to the door of her family’s penthouse. He didn’t know whether she’d fallen, or been pushed, or whether-crushed by the weight of unspoken secrets-she’d decided to jump. He didn’t know who she was, or how she’d gotten outside. When the dock monitor found what remained of her body and shakily pinged in a report of the incident, all he knew was that the girl was the first person to fall from the Tower in its twenty-five years. If only she hadn’t gone up there in the first place. But as the ground rushed ever faster toward her, the girl could think only of the past few hours, the path she’d taken that ended here. They say that before death, people’s lives flash before their eyes. But now-her hair whipped up like a banner, the silk dress snapping around the curves of her body, her bright red mouth frozen in a perfect O of shock-now, in this instant, she was more beautiful than she had ever been. In just three minutes, the girl would collide with the unforgiving cement of East Avenue. The floor-to-ceiling windows were squares of velvety darkness, though in the distance the sun was quietly rising, the skyline turning ocher and pale pink and a soft, shimmering gold.Īnd then a scream cut abruptly through the silence as a girl fell toward the ground, her body falling ever faster through the cool predawn air. The sounds of laughter and music were dying down on the thousandth floor, the party breaking up by bits and pieces as even the rowdiest guests finally stumbled into the elevators and down to their homes. Start reading THE THOUSANDTH FLOOR by Katharine McGee! This glam-tech novel has finally begun accepting visitors (aka is on sale now!), and now you can get it in paperback! This dazzling edition has bonus content and extra chapters that you definitely don’t want to miss.Ĭan’t wait to get your hands on the summer’s shiniest new story? You can read the first four chapters below! Just remember, the higher you go, the farther there is to fall… But people never change: everyone here wants something… and everyone has something to lose. A hundred years in the future, New York is a city of innovation and dreams.
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