Promo + Excerpt: Afterlife Academy by Jaimie Adams

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Release Day Party Afterlife Academy

We’re celebrating the release day for YA Paranormal novel ‘Afterlife Academy’ today. Come join us to read an excerpt from this hilarious YA novel by author Jaimie Admans. Purchase your copy of ‘Afterlife Academy’ here: or

Jaimie is also organizing a launch party on Facebook! You can join in the fun here: Party Time!

About Afterlife Academy

Categories: Young Adult, Paranormal
Even being dead isn’t enough to get you out of maths class.

Dying wasn't on sixteen-year-old Riley Richardson's to-do list. And
now, not only is she dead, but she's stuck in a perpetual high school
nightmare. Worse still, she's stuck there with the geekiest, most
annoying boy in the history of the world, ever.

In a school where the geeks are popular and just about everything is
wrong, Riley has become an outcast. She begins a desperate quest to get back home, but her once-perfect life starts to unravel into something not nearly as great as she thought it was. And maybe
death isn’t really that bad after all...

Welcome to Afterlife Academy, where horns are the norm, the
microwave is more intelligent than the teachers, and the pumpkins have a taste for blood.

About The Author:

Jaimie is a 28-year-old English-sounding Welsh girl with an
awkward-to-spell name. She lives in South Wales and enjoys
writing, gardening, drinking tea and watching horror movies.
She hates spiders and cheese & onion crisps.
She has been writing for years but has never before plucked
up the courage to tell people.

Afterlife Academy is her third novel and she hopes you enjoy
it. There are plenty more on the way!


Read an Excerpt


I have always been a good girl. I’ve always been a girl who never gets into trouble. In fact, the one and
only time that I do something even vaguely wrong, do you know what happens?

I die.

At least, that seems like the most logical explanation, given the circumstances.

I remember impact.

And then nothing.

I open my eyes and look around. I am standing in front of the school gate.

Of all places.

It’s freezing. Something feels wrong. I’m just pulling my jacket further around myself when I hear a
voice to my left.

“You,” it says angrily.

It startles me and I spin around to see Anthony.

Of all people.

Somehow I have gone from being in the car with Wade to standing in front of the school gate with
the geekiest, most boring, weirdest nerd boy from my form.

“You,” I snarl back at him.

He sighs.

I huff out a breath, which appears in front of my face because it’s so cold. It’s the middle of April. It
shouldn’t be this cold.

I look around and realise something is really wrong with this place.

We’re standing on the road outside our school gate.

Except we’re not.

On the road, that is.

I mean, we’re outside the school. Our school. And we’re standing on a road. But this isn’t the road.
There are no cars. No houses. No sandwich shop opposite. There’s nothing but an endless country lane.
There is nothing in either direction. Just a plain tarmac road. And trees. Lots of trees.

I glance back at Anthony to see if he’s seeing this too. Obviously he is because he’s looking around,
clearly just as bewildered as I am.

“What happened?” I say, more to myself than to him.

I don’t usually talk to him. Sophie, my best friend, would laugh at me for even looking at our
school’s biggest geek.

“Oh, so I’m allowed to speak to you now?” he snaps.

“Are you even seeing this?” I snap back. “What the hell happened?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re the one so enthralled by chemistry classes.”

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to improve your mind. I happen to find science interesting.
Probably in the same way that you find painting your fingernails interesting.”

“Oh, shut up. Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about at the moment? Like
where the hell we are, for instance?”

“We’re at school, genius.” He scowls.

“Yes, but look…” I indicate wildly with my hands. “Do you think there’s been some kind of nuclear
war or something?”

“I find that highly unlikely,” he says, but he does look a bit freaked out.

I look up at the school that looms in front of us. And then I notice something else wrong.

The school is grey. Everything is grey. The building itself, which is usually a shade of ancient red
brick, is grey. Even the grassy hill outside is an unhealthy-looking shade of grey.

This is wrong.

I look at Anthony. He’s staring at the school too. Even he looks a bit dull. Not that he isn’t dull
anyway, but even he doesn’t usually look this washed out.

There’s a low cloud hanging everywhere. It’s shrouding the school. It’s covering the tops of the trees
that line the road. It looks like an ordinary foggy morning. But really, really foggy and grey.

And again, that doesn’t follow because it’s late afternoon. I know it is because Wade and I just cut
last class.

“Do you have the time, please?” I ask Anthony.

“Check your own watch,” he mutters.

“Like a watch goes with this outfit.”

“Fine.” He makes a big show of pulling his sleeve up and looking at his wrist. “Oh,” he says, sounding
surprised. “It’s stopped. This watch never stops. It’s radio controlled.”

What a loser. Who cares if their watch stops occasionally?

I’m about to say something to that effect when he talks instead.

“What’s with all the mist?”

“Like I’m gonna know.” I shrug.

“Maybe there’s been some kind of holocaust. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I don’t…” I trail off as I think. “You,” I say suddenly. “You… In the car… Wade… He…”

Memories flood my mind and make me shudder. “What do you remember?” I ask as I try to shake
the cold feeling that has crept down my spine.

He shrugs. “I was on my way home. You and that idiot boyfriend of yours were speeding around in
some car that obviously didn’t belong to either of you. I yelled at him to slow down, there’s a nursery
school just down the road, he could have killed someone…”

The cold feeling intensifies.

I think he did.

“We hit you,” I say suddenly. “I know we did.”

It was his brother’s car. Wade had grabbed me at lunchtime and persuaded me to meet him outside
just before last lesson. And really, who needs to learn French? So I had cut class, hiding behind the exam
wing until the coast was clear of roaming teachers, then snuck out through the fence and met Wade
down a side street. We are experts at cutting class now. At the end of the day, as long as you’re not
failing, I don’t see the need to attend every single class. Unlike some geeks.

I cast a sideways glance at Anthony. His hair is too long and now a shade of charcoal instead of the
usual dull brown, and he has a faraway look in his grey eyes. I know he’s thinking about what happened.

I suddenly realise that the blood is gone. The last time I saw Anthony, he was covered in blood.

Because of Wade.

Because of me.

Wade had borrowed his brother’s car. I use the term borrowed loosely because I doubt his brother
knew he had borrowed it. We’d cut the class and gone for a drive. Not very far and nowhere that would
attract attention, because neither of us has a driving license. We were on the way back to school so I
could jump on the bus with Sophie and arrive home as usual, that way my parents would never know
anything about it. It’s not like they approved of Wade anyway. They certainly wouldn’t approve of
skipping school and riding in cars without a licensed driver.

I remember that Wade sped up as we approached the school. He had to show off. We flew past the
nursery school, gaining a few angry glances from mothers picking up their kids. I had the window down,
my head leaning out of it, hair flapping around in the wind and feeling like a rock star. Wade had the
music cranked up as high as it could go and was thumping his hands on the steering wheel to the beat.

And then we saw Anthony. Head down, trudging along the pavement. His usual stance.

“What a prick,” Wade had yelled to me over the music.

I nodded.

“Hey!” Wade rolled his window down and yelled at Anthony. “Been to after-school maths club,
dude? Off home to see Mama?”

“Get lost,” Anthony muttered.

“Oh, it speaks, it speaks,” Wade mocked him.

Anthony turned to face us. “You shouldn’t be driving like that. There are kids around here.”

“Why don’t you go and tattle on me to a teacher, little baby?” Wade yelled. “You’re good at that.
But see how many teeth you have left when I get my hands on you.”

“Sod off,” Anthony said and carried on walking.

“Stupid little twit,” Wade said to me. “We’ll show him.”

He put his foot on the accelerator. We shot off down the road, almost reaching the school before
Wade braked so sharply that I was sure I’d have a seatbelt-shaped indentation across my chest. He spun
the car in a perfect circle, complete with screeching brakes and the smell of burning rubber.

“What the hell are you doing?” I screamed.

“I’ll teach that geek to tell me to slow down.” Wade grinned.

We flew back up the road, approaching Anthony again within seconds.

“Wade, don’t,” I said, but he didn’t hear me over the music. “Slow down!” I yelled at him.

“Don’t be such a baby,” he said dismissively.

I groaned. We were going too fast. We sped past Anthony again before Wade slammed on the
brakes and did another screeching turn.

“Stop it!” I yelled at him.

He ignored me.

“Hey, you!” he’d shouted as we passed Anthony again. He slowed down this time to taunt him some
more. “Where’ve you been? Extra-credit science class, because A-plus grades just aren’t enough?”

“You’re only jealous,” Anthony shouted to him.

“Oh yeah. Jealous of you. The stupid little bastard whose granny makes him sandwiches every
morning in case he gets his lunch money stolen.”

“Screw you.”

“Wade, stop,” I said again.

“Why?” He snapped his head in my direction. “Tell me you don’t feel sorry for this geek?”

“We should go home,” I said, avoiding the question. “I’ve already missed the bus. You’re going to
have to drive me.”

“Then there’s no rush.” He smirked.

“Hey, freak,” he yelled at Anthony who was hurriedly walking away. “Going home to see Mama and
Daddy? Oh wait, that’s right. You can’t, can you? They’re both dead! Probably killed themselves because
you’re such a prat!”

“Wade, don’t,” I said as he accelerated again and we sped off.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s cruel.”

“Cruel, my ass. Making me sit next to that moron in form room is cruel.”

“They only make you sit by him because you cause too much ruckus with your own friends.”

“If you like him so much, why don’t you sit by him?” Wade slammed his foot on the brake so the car
spun around again. We came dangerously close to the side barrier and I screamed.

“Stop being such a girl,” Wade told me.

“Hey, Anthony,” he yelled as we came up to him again. “Going home to see your… Oh, shit!”

This time we didn’t slow down as we approached Anthony. This time there was a noise under the
car and we swerved. We more than swerved. We careened across the road, and Anthony stood there
frozen as we went right into him.

I remember the sound of his head as it cracked against the windscreen. Blood spilled everywhere. It
splattered through the passenger window that was still open. I screamed. I couldn’t see where we were
going. The lifeless body blocked the view and bright red blood poured over the glass.

Wade screamed beside me.

“Do something!” I shrieked at him.

Then there was impact. Anthony’s body was crushed right in front of my eyes as we hit something
else head-on.

There was the loudest bang I’ve ever heard in my life.

Then there was blackness coming towards me.

Then I was here.


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