Back Glitch
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Author’s Note
  40. Glitch Glossary
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author
  43. Back Ad
  44. Books by Laura Martin
  45. About the Publisher

This was a Cocoon, the equivalent of a time-traveling bomb. It was something dropped by a Butterfly to change the future in some way, usually by revealing something that was about to happen so it could be changed. I felt my blood go icy in my veins, and I turned the letter back over, looking again at my name in my handwriting. If this was a Cocoon, and I knew that it was, that meant that I was the Butterfly. My mind immediately recoiled from the idea. Me? A Butterfly? It was so absurd a thought that my brain refused to accept it. Never, not in my wildest of wild dreams, had that possibility ever occurred to me. I’d been raised to hate Butterflies with every fiber of my being, but the evidence in my hand was almost undeniable. There was my name, in my own handwriting, on a piece of strange paper I’d never felt before in my life. Which meant that in the future I was going to write this letter and drop it here, in this exact moment, so that I could change the future in some way. If that didn’t make me a Butterfly, I didn’t know what did. Snapping my head up, I looked left and right, but the corridor was empty except for a very impatient Elliot Mason and me, and despite the panic that had frozen me to the spot, I couldn’t help but wonder why in the world my future self would choose a moment that included Elliot Mason. Apparently, future me was an idiot.

Looking back down at the letter, I felt fear creep up my spine like a spider up a web. If this was found out, I’d be imprisoned for life and my mom would lose her job. It wouldn’t matter that I’d done the crime in some unknown future or that current me had no flying clue what was going on. The condemning evidence was sitting in my hand. But despite all that, all I could manage to do was stand there, reeling at what this meant.

“Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Elliot asked, peering at me. “What’s in that thing?” I’d just put together that I needed to hide the letter, and fast, when his hand shot out to grab it. I jerked back reflexively, but it was too late.