Attempting to avoid the violence and drugs at Hibernia High, sixteen-year-old Tristen McCoy and his friends have transferred on a sports scholarship to the elite Curtis Hall boarding school. Hometown lacrosse heroes, the boys are tested as they attempt to assimilate into a student body where excelling is the norm.
Tristen hones his leadership skills and sense of humor while finding his way in this new environment. He and his friends must rise to the challenge of competing with peers whose skills equal and perhaps surpass their own. Tristen’s attention is soon captured by the beautiful and alluring Marcella Venier. Despite their different origins and upbringings, the two are drawn to each other. Marcella, compelled to live a clandestine life with dark secrets and a covert research mission, struggles with her desire to further her own desires and still remain in Tristen’s world.
Events spiral out of control, and a student is lost in the subterranean tunnels beneath the school’s campus. Tristen and his friends stand accused of foul play, and in an effort to make things right, he enlists Marcella’s help in organizing a search party. During the perilous rescue attempt, danger threatens to not only sever the bonds of friendship of the group, but take their lives as well. They hope they can survive until graduation.
What dark secrets does Marcella keep? Will Tristan and his friends be able to rescue the lost student and clear their names? Or will their attempt end up in failure? Find out in Surviving Curtis Hall, a fictional novel by L.A. Mathies.
Know the Author
L. A. Matthies worked in a career in hairdressing and cosmetology. She and her husband have three children and live in New York. Surviving Curtis Hall is her debut book.
Excerpt: Tristen: Man or Myth
FORCING HIM TO THRASH back and forth in his sleep, Tristen’s dream had taken on a life of its own. What had begun as a pleasant exchange—quite normal, really—had transformed into something dark and ominous. The fun, exciting game of lacrosse, with its easy exertion, had evolved into running away from something … no … running to save someone. It was all so unclear. Was it Billy who was in trouble? Was Sasha with him? Tristen couldn’t see them, much less
reach them. Why was it so freakin’ dim down here? He had heard the tortured plea for help, but fi nding the source was quite another story.
Once again he thrashed about, willing his way through his dream haze, frustrated by his slow progress. As he ran through the damp tunnel, drawn toward the sound of a musical voice calling his name, the scream rang out one more time. It was deafening, drowning out all else. It propelled him from his restless sleep with the sheer force of its agony.