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.The bus left at four.First, though, the half-million-dollarrunaway needed a disguise.Derek took me to a restroom in the park I d seen from the roof.The building was lockedfor the off-season, but he easily broke the locks and got me in.He made sure the waterhadn t been turned off, then slapped a box of hair color on the counter. Gotta get rid of that, he said, pointing at my hair. I could just keep my hood Already tried. He walked out.I strained to see by the bit of light coming through a row of tiny, filthy windows.It washard to read the instructions, but it looked similar to the red dye I d used, so I applied itthe same way.I couldn t tell what color Derek had chosen.It looked black, but the redCreate PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) dye had, too, so that didn t mean much.I didn t think too much about it until I washed outthe dye, looked in the mirror, and&My hair was black.I hurried to the door and propped it open to get better light.Then I went back to themirror.Black.Not sleek glossy black like Tori s hair, but dull, flat black.Before now, I hadn t been thrilled with my latest haircut.I d had my long straight hairchopped shoulder length in a layered style that had turned out wispy and waiflike.Still, theworst I could have said was that it made me look cute not what a fifteen-year-old girlwants to be called.In black though, it was not cute.It looked like I d hacked my hair offwith kitchen shears.I never wore black because it drained any color from my pale skin.Now I saw there wassomething that washed out my face even worse than a black shirt.I looked like a Goth.A sick Goth, white and hollow-eyed.I looked dead.I looked like a necromancer.Like those ghastly pictures of them on the Internet.Tears sprang to my eyes.I blinked them back, grabbed some tissue, and startedawkwardly trying to daub leftover dye onto my pale eyebrows, praying it would make adifference.Through the mirror, I saw Tori walk in.She stopped. Oh.My.God. It would have been better if she d laughed.Her look of horror, then something likesympathy, meant it was as bad as I thought. I told Derek to let me pick the color, she said. I told him. Hey, Simon called in. Everyone decent? He pushed open the door, saw me and blinked. It s Derek s fault, Tori said. He Don t, please, I said. No more fighting. Simon still shot a glare over his shoulder as Derek pushed open the door. What? Derek said.He looked at me. Huh. Tori hustled me out the door, brushing past the guys with a whispered jerk for Derek. At least now you know never to go dark again, she said as we walked. A couple yearsago, I let a friend dye mine blond.It was almost as bad.My hair felt like straw and& And so, Tori and I bonded over hair horror stories.We put our differences aside and bythe time we were on the bus, we were painting each other s fingernails.Or not.Tori did try to cheer me up.For her, this situation seemed to warrant more sympathy thanhaving a dead guy crawling over me.But the closer we got to the bus station, the lowerher mood dropped, coinciding with a rising discussion of finances how much did wehave, how much would the tickets cost, should I try to use my bank card again&I did use an ATM we passed.Derek figured that was okay if they thought we were stillin Buffalo, that was good, considering we were leaving.He didn t expect my card wouldwork though.It did.I suppose that made sense.The bank or police might have told mydad to lock it, but he wouldn t cut off my only source of money, even if he thought itcould make me come home.Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) That, of course, made me think about him and how much he must be worrying, and whathe was going through.I wanted so badly to contact him, but I knew I couldn t.So all Icould do was think about him, and think about Aunt Lauren, and feel awful abouteverything.To get my thoughts off my family, I concentrated on my companions.I knew not havingmoney bugged Tori.So I tried to give her a couple hundred.It was a mistake.She lashedout at me, and by the time we reached the station, we weren t talking again.Simon and Tori bought the tickets.I wondered whether they d catch any flakunaccompanied teens buying one-way tickets to New York City but no one commented.I guess we could just be traveling alone.We were old enough to do that.Not that I d ever traveled alone.Not even on a city bus.That got me thinking about who Inormally traveled with Aunt Lauren and Dad.When I tried to stop worrying about themI only thought about someone else I was leaving behind: Liz.Liz said she could find me, but I was sure she d meant in Buffalo. How long would shesearch for me? Could I summon her without her green hoodie& from hundreds of milesaway? I d need to try really hard, and that wasn t safe.Maybe she d move on to the afterlife.That was probably a good thing.But at the thoughtof never seeing her again, my mood sunk lower than Tori s until, by the time the busarrived, it was as black as my new hair.Simon had gone to grab sodas for the trip.Tori was already out the station door.When Istruggled to get my backpack on, Derek grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder, whichwould have been nice if I knew he wasn t just hurrying me along. Stop sulking, he said as he walked beside me. It s just hair. That s not I shut up.Why bother?Simon jogged up to join us in the passenger line.He handed me a Dr Pepper. You okay? Just thinking about my dad and Liz.I wish I could have told them we re leaving. Derek leaned down to my ear. Smile, okay? he whispered. You look like you re beingkidnapped, and people are staring. I glanced around.No one was paying any attention to us.Simon shouldered past hisbrother, whispering, Ease off. He waved me to the first empty seat. This okay? I nodded and turned in. There s more at the back, Derek said. We can t sit together up here. No, we can t. Simon slid in beside me.Twenty-sevenI STARED OUT THE bus window as we left the city. We ll be back for them, Simon said. I know.I m just& off today. I don t blame you.You had a crappy night.And a crappy day before that.And a crappyweek before that. I smiled. At least it s consistent. And I know that he pointed at my hair isn t making you feel any better, but if youwash it enough when we get to Andrew s place, it ll come out. Have some experience, do you? Me? Pfft.Never.I m a guy.A guy guy.We do not color our hair.We don t even useCreate PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) conditioner if we can help it. He ran his fingers through his hair. This? Totally natural. I never said Well, it wouldn t be the first time.Or the hundredth.When a guy looks Asian and hasblond hair, everyone presumes it s a dye job. But your mother was Swedish. Exactly.Blame genetics, not chemicals. He leaned over and whispered. But I did colorit once.Temporary stuff like you ve got.For a girl. Aha. He put his chair back, settling into it. It was a couple of years ago.I liked this girl, andshe kept going on about this other guy, how his hair went so blond in the summer, howhot that looked. I sputtered a laugh. So you dyed ? Shut up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The bus left at four.First, though, the half-million-dollarrunaway needed a disguise.Derek took me to a restroom in the park I d seen from the roof.The building was lockedfor the off-season, but he easily broke the locks and got me in.He made sure the waterhadn t been turned off, then slapped a box of hair color on the counter. Gotta get rid of that, he said, pointing at my hair. I could just keep my hood Already tried. He walked out.I strained to see by the bit of light coming through a row of tiny, filthy windows.It washard to read the instructions, but it looked similar to the red dye I d used, so I applied itthe same way.I couldn t tell what color Derek had chosen.It looked black, but the redCreate PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) dye had, too, so that didn t mean much.I didn t think too much about it until I washed outthe dye, looked in the mirror, and&My hair was black.I hurried to the door and propped it open to get better light.Then I went back to themirror.Black.Not sleek glossy black like Tori s hair, but dull, flat black.Before now, I hadn t been thrilled with my latest haircut.I d had my long straight hairchopped shoulder length in a layered style that had turned out wispy and waiflike.Still, theworst I could have said was that it made me look cute not what a fifteen-year-old girlwants to be called.In black though, it was not cute.It looked like I d hacked my hair offwith kitchen shears.I never wore black because it drained any color from my pale skin.Now I saw there wassomething that washed out my face even worse than a black shirt.I looked like a Goth.A sick Goth, white and hollow-eyed.I looked dead.I looked like a necromancer.Like those ghastly pictures of them on the Internet.Tears sprang to my eyes.I blinked them back, grabbed some tissue, and startedawkwardly trying to daub leftover dye onto my pale eyebrows, praying it would make adifference.Through the mirror, I saw Tori walk in.She stopped. Oh.My.God. It would have been better if she d laughed.Her look of horror, then something likesympathy, meant it was as bad as I thought. I told Derek to let me pick the color, she said. I told him. Hey, Simon called in. Everyone decent? He pushed open the door, saw me and blinked. It s Derek s fault, Tori said. He Don t, please, I said. No more fighting. Simon still shot a glare over his shoulder as Derek pushed open the door. What? Derek said.He looked at me. Huh. Tori hustled me out the door, brushing past the guys with a whispered jerk for Derek. At least now you know never to go dark again, she said as we walked. A couple yearsago, I let a friend dye mine blond.It was almost as bad.My hair felt like straw and& And so, Tori and I bonded over hair horror stories.We put our differences aside and bythe time we were on the bus, we were painting each other s fingernails.Or not.Tori did try to cheer me up.For her, this situation seemed to warrant more sympathy thanhaving a dead guy crawling over me.But the closer we got to the bus station, the lowerher mood dropped, coinciding with a rising discussion of finances how much did wehave, how much would the tickets cost, should I try to use my bank card again&I did use an ATM we passed.Derek figured that was okay if they thought we were stillin Buffalo, that was good, considering we were leaving.He didn t expect my card wouldwork though.It did.I suppose that made sense.The bank or police might have told mydad to lock it, but he wouldn t cut off my only source of money, even if he thought itcould make me come home.Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) That, of course, made me think about him and how much he must be worrying, and whathe was going through.I wanted so badly to contact him, but I knew I couldn t.So all Icould do was think about him, and think about Aunt Lauren, and feel awful abouteverything.To get my thoughts off my family, I concentrated on my companions.I knew not havingmoney bugged Tori.So I tried to give her a couple hundred.It was a mistake.She lashedout at me, and by the time we reached the station, we weren t talking again.Simon and Tori bought the tickets.I wondered whether they d catch any flakunaccompanied teens buying one-way tickets to New York City but no one commented.I guess we could just be traveling alone.We were old enough to do that.Not that I d ever traveled alone.Not even on a city bus.That got me thinking about who Inormally traveled with Aunt Lauren and Dad.When I tried to stop worrying about themI only thought about someone else I was leaving behind: Liz.Liz said she could find me, but I was sure she d meant in Buffalo. How long would shesearch for me? Could I summon her without her green hoodie& from hundreds of milesaway? I d need to try really hard, and that wasn t safe.Maybe she d move on to the afterlife.That was probably a good thing.But at the thoughtof never seeing her again, my mood sunk lower than Tori s until, by the time the busarrived, it was as black as my new hair.Simon had gone to grab sodas for the trip.Tori was already out the station door.When Istruggled to get my backpack on, Derek grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder, whichwould have been nice if I knew he wasn t just hurrying me along. Stop sulking, he said as he walked beside me. It s just hair. That s not I shut up.Why bother?Simon jogged up to join us in the passenger line.He handed me a Dr Pepper. You okay? Just thinking about my dad and Liz.I wish I could have told them we re leaving. Derek leaned down to my ear. Smile, okay? he whispered. You look like you re beingkidnapped, and people are staring. I glanced around.No one was paying any attention to us.Simon shouldered past hisbrother, whispering, Ease off. He waved me to the first empty seat. This okay? I nodded and turned in. There s more at the back, Derek said. We can t sit together up here. No, we can t. Simon slid in beside me.Twenty-sevenI STARED OUT THE bus window as we left the city. We ll be back for them, Simon said. I know.I m just& off today. I don t blame you.You had a crappy night.And a crappy day before that.And a crappyweek before that. I smiled. At least it s consistent. And I know that he pointed at my hair isn t making you feel any better, but if youwash it enough when we get to Andrew s place, it ll come out. Have some experience, do you? Me? Pfft.Never.I m a guy.A guy guy.We do not color our hair.We don t even useCreate PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) conditioner if we can help it. He ran his fingers through his hair. This? Totally natural. I never said Well, it wouldn t be the first time.Or the hundredth.When a guy looks Asian and hasblond hair, everyone presumes it s a dye job. But your mother was Swedish. Exactly.Blame genetics, not chemicals. He leaned over and whispered. But I did colorit once.Temporary stuff like you ve got.For a girl. Aha. He put his chair back, settling into it. It was a couple of years ago.I liked this girl, andshe kept going on about this other guy, how his hair went so blond in the summer, howhot that looked. I sputtered a laugh. So you dyed ? Shut up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]