Dead Girls Society by Michelle Krys

Dead Girls Society by Michelle Krys

Author:Michelle Krys
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Published: 2016-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

It’s past three by the time Lyla rolls to a stop outside my apartment complex. Lucky for me the house is still dark, no telltale light shining through the cracked venetian blinds to signal that I’ve been caught.

It took some time, but my breathing leveled out on the interstate, once the swamp was well behind me. It still feels as if I can’t fill my lungs all the way, and I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to a treatment so badly, but I won’t need a breathing tube shoved down my throat, so it could be worse.

“Thanks for the ride,” I whisper as I climb out of the car. “And for, you know, saving me.”

“You’re welcome. And hey.” She grabs a receipt from the dash and writes something on it, then hands it to me. It’s a phone number. “Call if you want.” With that, she’s off.

I wait until her headlights disappear around the corner before I approach the apartment complex. But I’m not halfway across the road when a blast rockets me off my feet. I land hard on my ass, the wind knocked out of my chest. A car alarm goes off, and a crackling, sparking noise roars in my ears. Someone screams.

What the…

I push past the pain and roll over onto my side.

A fire engulfs one of the cars in the parking lot. Orange-yellow flames lick the roof and send huge curls of smoke into the sky. Heat from the flames reach for me all the way across the street.

The door of the apartment bursts open, and Jenny runs out onto the stairs. She spots me on the ground, and her shock turns to confusion.

“What are you doing out here?” she cries.

I get up quickly, uselessly brushing dirt from my pants.

“Why do you think?” I shoot back.

Her eyes widen, and she whispers, “The Society,” just as Mom bursts outside behind her.

She freezes when she sees me. “Hope?”

“Mom!” I jog over to her. “I heard the explosion and ran right out. What’s going on?”

The woman from apartment 6B runs up, gasping for breath. “Fill up buckets with water—pots, pans, whatever you can get your hands on. If this fire gets any bigger, it’ll take the house.”

That seems like a terrible idea, but already neighbors are emerging from their apartments with huge pails and pots, emptying buckets of water onto the blaze, then coughing and hacking as they stumble for more. A siren wails in the distance.

“The smoke—Hope, get inside.” Mom shoves me toward the door. “I’ll come for you if it gets worse.”

Relief floods my body. She bought it.

The second I get inside, I change out of my muddy PJs and shove them to the bottom of my laundry. I’ll rinse them later, before Mom takes our stuff to the Laundromat. Right now I have to make sure I don’t have duckweed in my hair or gator teeth between my toes.

I’m frantically washing the dirt from under my fingernails when I see a flashing light outside Jenny’s window.


Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.