Bounders

PRAISE FOR
BOUNDERS

“A richly detailed, highly imaginative world and a cast of clever, creative kids. Readers will be eager to bound into the next book.”—Shannon Messenger, author of the Keeper of the Lost Cities series

“
Bounders
is a joyful space adventure full of humor, friendships, and action. This is a great sci-fi adventure for boys and girls alike. I had so much fun reading it!”—S. J. Kincaid, author of the Insignia series

“Fans of
Ender's Game
will feel right at home in this fast-paced debut . . . I read it in a day, unable to put it down, and look forward to more from this promising new author!”—Wesley King, author of
The Incredible Space Raiders from Space!
and
OCDaniel

For Nathan

I KNOW IT'S RUDE TO STARE.
How many times has Mom told me that? A million? But I've never seen an alien before. Not up close, at least. Sure, we've all seen the
Global Geographic
specials that air on the webs in a constant loop, 24-7. Anyone who hasn't seen pics and vids of the Tunnelers must have been hiding out in a dingy hover garage for the last twenty years.

But there he is. Sitting across from me on the air rail car. Me, Jasper Adams, riding the rails with an alien—a real live Tunneler—on my way home from school.

It must be a sign. I mean, what are the odds I'd have a close encounter with an alien the day before I ship out to the space station?

The alien's lips pucker in a perfect circle and then whip back. A snarl bubbles out of his throat.
Errr. Arrr. Kleek. Kleek. Arrr. Kit. Ahhh.

I'm staring at his mouth, when a mechanical voice makes me jump. “Can I help you?”

I spin around in my seat, looking for its source.

Kleek. Arrr. Kit. Arrr.
“Yes, you. The boy who keeps staring like you've never seen an alien before. Can I help you?”

Busted.

I didn't notice the translator box hanging around the alien's neck. “Sorry. I shouldn't have stared.”

“It's not a problem,” he says through the box. “I'm sure I would stare, too, if I encountered an Earthling on our home planet.”

That must mean it's okay to look. The alien is small. It's not like I'm one of the short kids, but I'm not that big for twelve, either. And I'm a lot taller than the alien. He has a long, rodentlike snout, bristly brown hair sprouting from every patch of skin, and is wearing dark glasses that curve around on the sides. The light probably bugs him, since Tunnelers live underground. He's wearing the standard officer's uniform—gray jumpsuit with slanted orange lettering:
EF
for Earth Force.

Soon I'll be suiting up in my own Earth Force uniform. I leave for the space station in the morning. Maybe the alien will be on my flight.

“Do you work at the space station?” I ask.

“I do,” he says. “A group of us came down to help at the aeroport. The first batch of Bounders is shipping out to the new EarthBound Space Academy tomorrow. While I'm here, I thought I'd do some sightseeing. It's my first trip to the planet.”

He's here to help out for the Academy? Maybe I should tell him I'm a Bounder. I've never told anyone in my life. I mean, my parents know. And Addy knows, of course. She's a Bounder, too. And all the doctors and scientists who I visit every year for testing know. But I've never told anyone. I'm not supposed to tell anyone. Mom has seared that into my brain. She won't care if I tell the alien, though. I'll probably see him at the space station. Plus, tomorrow the whole world will know anyway.

The alien hops off the bench. His upper half hunches forward. The Tunnelers have a different center of gravity than humans. They probably have to stoop to make the clearance in all those tunnels. “Nice chatting with you, Earth boy. This is my stop.”

“See ya.” I missed my chance to tell him. Oh well.

I scoot across the aisle to grab his window seat, and press my hand against the glass. Out the window, beyond the two hundred blocks of skyscrapers webbed together by the air rail, I glimpse the edge of the retaining wall. On the other side of that wall is the ocean. And ten miles out to sea is the Earth Force Aeronautical Port. Tomorrow I'll board a passenger craft headed to the EarthBound Academy with the other Bounders. I'll finally be with kids like me. I won't feel like the alien on the air rail anymore.

Mom and Dad wanted Addy and me to grow up without the Bounder badge slapped across our chests, to lead a normal life. I might be clueless sometimes, but it's not like I don't know Bounders equal “not normal.” Bounders are so weird, scientists basically bred our genes out of the population decades ago. Kids like me were “undesirable”—whatever that means. From what I can tell, it just means different. Or, okay, I guess different with a few challenges. So I've spent my whole life—all twelve years of it—trying hard to act normal. Not like a B-wad.

But Mom and Dad don't get that I wear the Bounder badge whether I tell or not. And it's not all bad. I mean, being a Bounder means going into space. How cool is that? Scientists discovered people with genes like mine have the best brains for quantum space travel, or bounding, as everyone calls it. Even though the aeronauts have been piloting the quantum ships for years, they're still not as good as they say the Bounders will be. That's why they bred us. That's why I was born.

The air rail jerks to a stop at the next platform, right in front of a wall-size billboard of the Paleo Planet. The huge landscape looks eerily like early Earth. Herds of mammothlike mammals range on fields bordered by spiky mountain peaks. Trips to the planet are supposed to start this summer as part of Earth Force's new tourism plan. But lucky for me, a field trip to the Paleo Planet is the final event of the first Bounder tour of duty. In six weeks I'll be right there, strolling through the high grass, hanging with the wildeboars.

I lean my head against the window and fix my gaze on the ocean. The skyscrapers blur together as we race by, and my mind drifts a whole day into the future. I'm standing on the aeroport flight deck with my family, watching the passenger craft lower slowly down in a straight vertical line. Smoke billows up in big shoots from its two front engines. Then the ramp lowers and Admiral Eames descends. She crosses directly to me with an outstretched hand.

Welcome to the EarthBound Academy, Jasper.

“Jasper?”

“Jasper!”

I spin around in my seat. Two kids from class stand in front of me—Dilly Epstein and Will Stevens. That's weird. I didn't even know they were on the rail.

“Jasper,” Dilly says, “wasn't that your stop?”

My mind feels cluttered. Part of me is still thinking about Admiral Eames and the EarthBound Academy; the other part is trying to process what Dilly said.

“What?”

“Your stop,” she says. “Don't you live in Building 537? We just passed it.”

Oh no, not again. Now I'll have to transfer to an inbound rail, which means I'll be super late. As I jump out of my seat, half the stuff in my backpack scatters across the floor. I must've left it unzipped. Again.

“Really, Jasper,” Will says, “are you ever gonna get it together?”

Am I supposed to answer that?

Dilly crouches and helps me gather my things. When she passes me my clarinet case, Will bursts out laughing.

“Dill, we've gotta go,” he says. “It's our stop. Let the freak fix his own problems.”

Dilly lifts her eyes to mine. I dive beneath the bench to retrieve an
Evolution
figure that escaped my bag. Why can't I just look at her? Say something normal for once.

“B-wad,” Will mumbles as he steps out of the rail car.

Shut up, Will. I want to yell, scream, get in his face. But he's gone.

Dilly slips between the doors as they close. I probably should've said thanks.

When they hear I'm headed to the EarthBound Academy, they'll understand. They'll know why I'm such a spaced-out klutz. A spaced-out klutz who was born to bound across the universe.

“Mom! Jasper's home!” Addy yells as soon as I open the door. “Nice of you to show up, J. Mom's battery is a bit overcharged, even for her. Don't say I didn't warn you.”

Mom jets from the kitchen. She still wears her whites from the pediatric ward. “Hi, honey. Thank goodness you're home. I was getting worried. How was school? Can I get you a snack? How are you feeling? Ready for your big day tomorrow? Are you holding it together?”

I never really know if I'm supposed to answer all those questions. They pile on top of one another in my mind. I rearrange them in their order of importance, or at least what I think is the right order of importance. But they just sit there, stacked up and dangling, so all I say is, “Hi, Mom.”

She dashes to the kitchen. Mom always moves fast, like she's being timed. Like she's competing in some secret race none of us are fast enough to run in. I follow her, figuring there's something good in there. The smell of chocolate wafts through the apartment. “What are you making?”

“Your favorite, J-sweetie. Chocolate chip cookies.” She lifts a pan with a batch of cookies fresh from the oven.

“Cool. Thanks, Mom.” I grab a cookie and head to Addy's room.

“Ever heard of knocking, B-wad?” Addy shoves her journal into her drawer and glares at me. I don't blame her for not wanting to write on the webs. No privacy. She taught herself to print last year and keeps her journal hidden in her desk.

“Whatever.” I hop onto her bed and curl up my legs. Maximilian Sheek, one of the famous quantum aeronauts, stares back at me from the poster above Addy's desk. She's obsessed with Sheek. Addy and all her friends stream EFAN—the Earth Force Affairs Network—on the webs constantly, hoping for a glimpse of him.

We don't talk at first, which is weird. For her. Addy is used to me being quiet, but she usually talks enough for both of us.

“I saw a Tunneler on the air rail today,” I say.

Addy doesn't respond. Okay, that's really weird. You don't just run into a Tunneler every day. Chatty Addy should be all over it.

“What's up?” I ask.

She shrugs. Her face sags until her mouth pinches down. “It's just so unfair, Jasper. How come you get to do everything first?” She twirls her gold-brown hair around her pinky finger. We have the same hair, except on her it's long and wavy, and mine is lopped off at my ears and always falling in my eyes.