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Seconds passed, and my heart rate returned to normal. I didn’t like that a third strange event had happened to me. And even though they could each be reasonably explained, it was probably time to move again to be on the safe side.
The thought of this made my heart clench. May and I had actually grown closer today. Maybe if I stuck around, it could turn into a real friendship. Plus moving again this close to my graduation would bug Jake.
I sucked in a quick breath. None of that mattered. Survival first. I’d talk to Jake the first chance I got.
Shaking out my hands again, I headed to the kitchen to get a drink but couldn’t find any clean glasses. They were all piled up in the sink along with the rest of our dirty dishes. This is getting ridiculous. I turned on the faucet and waited for the water to get hot while I unloaded the dishwasher. By the time I was almost done loading, Jake finally woke up.
“Could you be a little louder?” he said half-intelligibly through a yawn. His worn Levi’s had a big grease stain on the thigh, and his wrinkly red shirt looked like crepe paper. He moved to the refrigerator and pulled out a gallon of milk and drank it straight from the plastic jug.
“Can you not do that?” I asked.
He lowered the jug. “There’s no cups.”
“You could wash one.”
He blinked a few times. “So what did you do today?”
His shaggy brown hair, which hadn’t been cut in months, looked like road kill.
“I went to school.” I poured dish detergent into the dishwasher and closed the door.
“How’s your senior year going?’
“It’s going.” I opened the pantry and pulled out a Twinkie.
“Can I have one?” he asked.
I grabbed a second Twinkie and tossed it to him. “Isn’t this like breakfast for you?”
He chuckled. “I guess. So tell me about your classes?”
“Regular school classes.”
“Meet any friends?”
“No.”
“Any boys?”
“Double no.”
Through a mouthful of cream and pastry, he said, "You really need to get a social life. This is your senior year. You should have some fun.”
“You’re telling me to get a life?” I walked past him into the living room and sat down on the couch. The television came to life.
He followed after me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Without turning to him, I said, “Last time I checked, twenty-six-year-old men are supposed to have jobs.”
His eyes lit up. “I do! I mean, I might.”
“What are you talking about?” I sat up a little straighter.
“I have an interview tomorrow at a warehouse. Good pay. Insurance even.”
“Seriously?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced downward. “I’m trying, Tink.”
At the sound of my nickname that only he called me, my heart softened about moving. Him getting a job, getting back in the world, was a huge first step. I was afraid if we moved again, he might regress. Besides, other than the strange feeling I had in my room, the rest of the encounter could be explained by the bobcat.
“I’m proud of you, Jake. I can’t wait to hear how it goes. I’m sure you’ll kill it.”
His face brightened. “I hope so. What do you say we go out for dessert somewhere?”
“Will you shower first?”
He laughed. “Yes.”
“Then it’s a deal.”
Whatever I’d experienced earlier, I’d live those fears again just to see that real spark of happiness in Jake’s eyes again.
It was a sunny Tuesday morning. I hated Tuesdays. As far as I was concerned, Tuesdays could be removed from the days of the week and no one would ever notice. I swung my feet over the bed and slipped them into matted blue slippers to avoid the cold, wooden floor. After getting dressed in record time, I left my room feeling invincible. Must be a full moon tonight.
On the way to the kitchen, I peeked in on Jake. He still slept, covers pulled high over his head, but his room looked a little cleaner than the day before. He must’ve gathered his dirty laundry. Another small improvement.
He’d done well enough at his interview, and they had invited him back for a second one this week. Life seemed to be looking up for him. And me. Nothing else weird had happened, and life had returned to normal.
Smiling, I picked up my backpack from the hall closet and flung it over my shoulder, barely feeling the weight of the four thick textbooks it contained, and then grabbed an apple. My body pulsated with so much energy that I decided to run to school. It was hard to control my limbs with my muscles firing this way, and only extreme exercise helped relieve the prickly sensation.
I laced up my tennis shoes and stepped outside into the cool, morning air. The sun was just beginning to touch the tops of the golden trees; a few birds chirped its arrival. I didn’t bother stretching. My leg muscles knew what was coming, and they hummed beneath my skin.
Across the street, my overweight neighbor opened his door. His tattered robe gaped open, revealing saggy man boobs that fell nearly to his navy blue boxers. As he bent over to grab a newspaper, the two flaps of skin hung from his chest like slabs of beef. I couldn’t help but stare.
Distracted, I took my first step, but when my foot came down it pressed upon something other than flat concrete. My ankle twisted, and I fell to the ground.
Lying on the porch, only a foot from my front door, was a woman’s shoe. And not one I recognized. It was far too nice to belong to me. It was red with at least three-inch heels, and extremely narrow. It definitely wasn’t my shoe. Even if I bound my feet in Chinese foot wrappings for months, permanently deforming them, my brick-like stubs wouldn’t ever fit into such a shoe.
I placed the dainty high heel to the side of the porch wondering where it had come from. I knew it didn’t belong to any lady friend of Jake’s—as if he had any. No woman would tolerate a man who woke up at noon and played video games all day, breaking only for food and the bathroom.
I stood and brushed dirt from the back of my sweats. Maybe it would be gone when I returned later. I hoped so. I didn’t know what to do with the thing, and I felt guilty throwing away such an expensive shoe.
My legs jumped.
“All right. I’m going,” I said to no one.
After pulling my jacket hood over my head, I took off in a sprint, not stopping for anything. It felt exhilarating running at full speed and not getting the least bit winded. I leapt over fences, slid over parked cars, sidestepped traffic. At one point, to turn a corner sharply, I ran up the side of a brick wall, then twirled in the air, completing a perfect 360. I felt like a free runner.
The people up this early, the dog walkers, joggers, or other kids on their way to school, stared in awe as if I weren’t human. I didn’t stop to think how I was drawing attention to myself until I heard a little boy cry, “Look Mommy, Super Girl!”
I skidded to a stop, my breath hitching. What was I thinking?
After collecting myself, I forced my somewhat relaxed body back onto the sidewalk. My muscles had received the burst of energy they required, but I knew it was only a matter of hours, if not minutes, before they’d need it again.
I removed my hood and smoothed my hair into a neat ponytail. Casually, I proceeded down the street as if I was nothing more than an average seventeen-year-old girl on her way to high school.
At Highland High the halls were beginning to fill. The first bell wouldn’t ring for another fifteen minutes. I’d arrived too early. Now what was I going to do?
I was about to close my locker and head to the library when Christian appeared from around the corner. He walked toward me, grinning.
Inwardly, I groaned. Why? Why? Why? I closed my eyes and wished him away. The guy made me nervous with his sudden interest in me the last few days.
When I opened them back up, he was still there wearing a blue shirt and black sport’s jacket. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen him, but that would’ve been very difficult to do seeing how he was standing directly in front of me.
“Hey, Llona.”
“Hey.” I looked past him down the hall. Maybe if I appeared like I was
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