Prom Nights from Hell Chapter Seven

He didnt even k right off you were in that respect, Sibby utter. He neer even knew who hit him.That was the idea. They were pose next to an abandoned Amtrak maindecadeance building on an old burst of the train tracks that was completely hidden from the street. It was the place Miranda had started coming seven months prior to work push through all her new crazy energy and test things she couldnt practice anywhere else-Roller Derby was great for speed, balance, gymnastics, and shoving moves, but you werent supposed to do advanced judo. Or weapons.She could make out marks from her last crossbow case on the side of the building, and the piece of railroad track shed tied in a k non the day after Will rejected her was simmer down lying on the ground. Shed never seen anyone else here, and she was sure she and Sibby would be pretty much(prenominal) invisible as long as they stayed parked.Where did you learn to knock mint out like that? Sibby inviteed, sprawled out over the bac kseat. Can you teach me?no(prenominal) wherefore non? Just one move?Absolutely non.Why did you say you were sorry after you hit him?Miranda swiveled to face her. Its my turn to ask questions. Who takes to kill you and wherefore?Gods, I dont know. It could be a gross ton of passel. Its not like that, how you think it is.Whats it like then?Its complicated. But if we can save hang out until four in the morning, in that locations a place I can go.Thats sestet hours from now.Thatll knock over me time for at least ten more kisses.Well, of course. What else would you do while whatsoeverone is seek to kill you besides go out and tongue tango with as many strangers as possible?They werent studying to kill me, they were trying to abduct me. Its totally different. bring on, I want to do something fun. Something with boys.Or we could not do that.Look, merely because you argon a founding member of Down with Fun Inc. doesnt soused that the rest of us want to sign up.I am not a fo unding member of Down with Fun Inc. I like fun. But-Funkiller. somehow the idea of wandering near while a ton of people are trying to kidnap you, doesnt sound fun to me. It sounds like a soundly way to get into the Guinness Book of World Records under Plan, comma, Worlds approximately Stupid. Plus innocent bystanders could get caught in the middle when the ton of people find you.If, not when. And they dont care closely anyone but me.Miranda rolled her eyeball and turned back around. Thats why theyre called innocent bystanders. Because they were standing by you and out of the blue got hurt.Then you should definitely get away from me. Seriously, although theres nothing Id rather do than sit parked in a homeless persons bathroom for six hours with only you for company, I think it would be safer for both of us if I take my chances elsewhere. Like at that ice cream place we passed on the way here. Did you see the lips on the guy behind the counter? They were mythic. cliff me the re and Ill be all set.Youre so not going anywhere. very? Because that sound you distinguish? Is me reaching for the door baseball mittle.Really? Because that sound you hear? Is me engaging the child lock.In the rearview mirror, Miranda saw Sibbys eyes blaze.Youre in truth mean, Sibby said. Something wretched must ca-ca happened to you to make you so mean.Im not mean. Im respectable trying to lionise you safe.Are you sure its me youre thinking closely? Not some skeleton in your closet? Like the time you-Miranda turned up the radio.Turn that down I was talking and Im the customer.Not anymore.Sibby yelled rattling loud, What happened to your sister?I dont know what you are talking about, Miranda yelled back.Thats a lie.Miranda didnt say anything.I asked you before if you had a sister and you got all teary, Sibby yelled in her ear. Why wont you insure me?Miranda turned down the radio. Can you give me three good reasons why I should?It might make you chance better. It would gi ve us something to talk about while we sit here. And if you dont tell me, Im going to start guessing.Miranda leaned her head back, checked her watch, and turned to stare out the window. Be my guest.You bugged her so much she left? You bored her so much she left? Or did you drive her away with the huge oblige you keep up your butt?Stop being tender with my timberings. Go on, tell me what you really think.From the backseat Sibby said, That might have been too mean. Sorry.Miranda didnt say anything.You dont really have a stick in your butt. You couldnt drive then, right? ha-ha? Silence.But I mean, you started it. With the child-lock thing. Im not a child. Im fourteen.More silence.I said I was sorry. In the backseat Sibby slumped, sighed. Fine. Be that way.Silence. Until, for no reason she could explain, Miranda said, They died.Sibby sat up quick now, leaning toward the front seat. Who? Your sisters?Everyone. My livelong family.Was it because of something you did?Yes. And because of something I didnt do. I think.Um, nanna Grim, that doesnt make any sense. How can not doing something-wait, you think?. Dont you know what happened?I cant really remember anything from that part of my life.You mean from that day?No. From that category. And the year after. Anything pretty much from when I was ten until when I turned twelve. And there are a few other holes, too.You mean that stuff is just too painful to remember?No, its just gone. All I have are impressions. And the dreams. Really really bad dreams.Like what?Like that I wasnt where I should have been and something happened and I let everyone down She stopped, waved a hand in the air.Wait, you actually think you could have stopped whatever happened to them? By yourself? When you were four years younger than me?Mirandas throat felt like it was apogee up. Shed never told anyone even that much of her real history before, never talked about it, not even with Kenzi. Ever. She swallowed hard. I could have tried. I could have been there and tried.Oh my gods, now this is some kind of pity party. Yawn. Wake me when youre done.Miranda gaped at her in the mirror. I told you I didnt want to talk about it but you unploughed bugging me and now you turn into the mayor of TellItLikeItIsVille? Swallowing again. You little-You dont even know what happened How can you feel so bad about it? Plus, I dont see how that can be your fault. You werent even there and you were only ten. I think you should stop obsessing about some mystery thing that is ancient history and live in the mo.Im sorry, did you just tell me to live in the mo?Yes. You know, ditch the past and try focusing on whats going on in the present. Like that the rime on the radio right now? Sucks. And that there is a whole city of cute boys out there I am not kissing. Miranda took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, Sibby went on. I know, I know you say youre sorry to the people you knock out because you never got to say sorry to your fam ily, and you have to keep me safe because you couldnt keep them safe. I get it now.That is not whats going on. I-Blah blah blah, insert denials here. Anyway, why does safe have to mean sitting in this car with you all nighttime? Isnt there somewhere we could immingle in? Instead of hiding? Im good at blending. Im like butter.Oh yeah, youre totally like butter. In fact, in your Madonna-called-and-she-wants-her-costume-from-the-Borderline-video-back outfit, youre practically invisible.Good one, Funkiller. Come on, lets go somewhere.Miranda turned all the way around in her seat and said, Let me sound it out for you. Someone. Is. Trying. To. Kill. You.No. They. Are. Not. You keep saying that, but Ive told you. They cant kill me. You should really work on this infantile fixation you have with people getting killed. And I have to be practiced with you, Im getting bored. What do you have the radio set to, K-CRAP? There is no way we are staying in this car for six hours.Miranda had to agree with her. Because if they did, it was now clear shed kill Sibby herself.Thats when she thought of the perfect place for them to go.You want to blend in? she asked.Yes. With boys.Guys, Miranda said.What?Normal American girls from this century call them guys, not boys. If you want to blend in.For a second, Sibby looked shocked. Then she gave a little smile. Oh. Yes. Guys.Yeah, not yes. Unless youre talking to a grown-up.Yeah.And its Oh my God or God, not gods. Did I-?Yeah. And no one ever has or ever will say, live in the mo. Just wait.No. Never. Oh, and no paying guys for kisses. You dont need to. They should feel lucky to kiss you.Sibby frowned. Why are you being so nice to me and helping me? You dont even like me.Because I know what its like to be far from home, alone, trying to fit in. And to never be able to tell anyone the truth about who you are.After theyd been drive in silence for a few minutes, Sibby said, Have you ever killed person with your bare hands?Miranda look ed at her in the rearview. Not yet.Ha-ha.