Genre:YA Sci fi
Word count: 90,000
A popular junior at an elite New England prep school, Marc is on his way to becoming his charming, power-hungry U.S. Senator father. Marc’s friendships and short-lived hook-ups are as selfish and self-serving as everything else he does.
After stealing a test and blackmailing his teacher into silence, Marc’s life goes to hell. He thinks he’s going crazy, only continuous drinking, quieting the thousands of other people’s thoughts in his head. Going on a date with Bethany, a girl who might actually matter to him, he wakes up the next morning, committed to the loony bin, after killing her in a drunk-driving accident. During a power-outage, he escapes the asylum and discovers that it is a fake, located in a converted strip mall storefront. Recaptured and taken to their base on the moon, Marc learns that his kidnappers are aliens called the Sipala.
The Sipala, desperate to find a place to hide after being conquered by a more aggressive and populous alien race, decide Earth would be a good new home. It isn’t hard to disguise themselves as humans and slowly take over. And the Sipala are doing humans a favor,preventing them from destroying their planet. They replace Marc with an alien doppelganger to save the Earth from a future where he’s President.
Forced to experience, first-hand, the suffering of the victims of the nuclear holocaust he causes, Marc is resigned to his fate,grateful for not becoming a monster. But when Marc learns that a not-so-benevolent faction of Sipala, including his double, want an unpopulated planet for themselves and are conspiring to usher in Armageddon as scheduled,it’s up to him – with help from unexpected allies – to escape, save the Earth and take back his life. If only he wasn’t afraid that he still can’t be trusted with kind of power he’ll have as president.
When Gil and Lew came to my dorm room with the idea of stealing the physics final, I normally wouldn’t have considered such a dumbass move. Not that I had any moral objections to cheating or stealing. But normally, the potential for a high grade on a single test weighed against getting kicked out of prep school wasn’t worth the risk.
But these were special circumstances. I had opportunity thanks to Gil and Lew, motive, thank you very much Mr. Taylor. And I had an ace-in-the-hole, courtesy of hooking up with a pretty, but already-getting-on-my-nerves fifteen year-old freshman, two weeks earlier.
I slipped around to the back of our teacher’s house and found Gil waiting for me.
“Door’s locked.” His breath was visible in the cold.
“I’ll open it,” I said.
Gil gave me a classic Gilbert and Lewis dull look. The two of them might as well have been brothers, both with Nordic good looks, several inches over six feet…and not too bright.
“I’m going to open it,” I repeated, taking out my tension wrench and wide-tipped pick.
Gil’s jaw went slack, mouth hanging open slightly before he closed it. “I’ve seen this shit on TV. You’re going to pick it?”
“Yeah, if you shut up and let me concentrate.”
The doorknob turned loosely in my hand. Broken. So, only the deadbolt to deal with. Slipping the tension wrench into the lock, I pushed my rake all the way to the back of plug. The lock turned and the bolt slid back.