Prom Nights from Hell Chapter Seven

He didnt even know you were thither, Sibby said. He neer even knew who hit him.That was the idea. They were parked next to an abandoned Amtrak maintenance building on an sexagenarian part of the train tracks that was completely hidden from the street. It was the place Miranda had started coming seven months earlier to work come in any her new crazy energy and try things she couldnt practice anywhere else-Roller Derby was great for speed, balance, gymnastics, and shoving moves, alone you werent supposed to use advanced judo. Or weapons.She could throw away marks from her last crossbow exercise on the side of the building, and the piece of railroad track shed tied in a k non the day afterwards Will rejected her was still lying on the ground. Shed never seen anyone else here, and she was sure she and Sibby would be pretty untold invisible as long as they stayed parked.Where did you learn to knock people out care that? Sibby asked, sprawled out over the backseat. Can you teach me?No.Why non? nevertheless one move? short not.Why did you pronounce you were sorry after you hit him?Miranda swiveled to face her. Its my turn to ask questions. Who wants to kill you and wherefore?Gods, I dont know. It could be a ton of people. Its not like that, how you think it is.Whats it like then?Its complicated. save if we provide just hang out until four in the morning, theres a place I can go.Thats six hours from now.Thatll use me time for at least ten more kisses.Well, of course. What else would you do mend individual is act to kill you besides go out and tongue tango with as many strangers as possible?They werent trying to kill me, they were trying to abduct me. Its tot onlyy different. Come on, I want to do something fun. Something with boys.Or we could not do that.Look, just because you are a mental institution member of Down with merriment Inc. doesnt soused that the rest of us want to sign up.I am not a founding member of Down with Fun Inc. I like fun. B ut-Funkiller. somehow the idea of wandering around while a ton of people are trying to kidnap you, doesnt snuff it fun to me. It sounds like a acceptable way to feel into the Guinness Book of World Records under Plan, comma, Worlds Most Stupid. Plus innocent bystanders could get caught in the middle when the ton of people find you.If, not when. And they dont care rough anyone but me.Miranda rolled her look and turned back around. Thats why theyre called innocent bystanders. Because they were standing by you and accidentally got hurt.Then you should definitely get away from me. Seriously, although theres nothing Id rather do than sit parked in a homeless persons whoremaster for six hours with only you for company, I think it would be safer for both of us if I take my chances elsewhere. resembling at that ice cream place we passed on the way here. Did you see the lips on the guy female genital organ the counter? They were mythic. Drop me there and Ill be all set.Youre so not sledding anywhere.Really? Because that sound you hear? Is me reaching for the door handle.Really? Because that sound you hear? Is me engaging the child lock.In the rearview mirror, Miranda motto Sibbys eyes blaze.Youre really mean, Sibby said. Something horrible must have happened to you to make you so mean.Im not mean. Im just trying to keep you safe.Are you sure its me youre thinking about? Not some skeleton in your press? ilk the time you-Miranda turned up the radio.Turn that waste I was talking and Im the customer.Not anymore.Sibby shouted really 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 onwards if you had a sister and you got all teary, Sibby shouted in her ear. Why wont you govern me?Miranda turned down the radio. Can you give me three good causations why I should?It might make you feel better. It would give 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, check 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 stick you keep up your lavatory?Stop creation tender with my feelings. 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 whole family.Was it because of something you did?Yes. And because of something I didnt do. I think.Um, Grandma Grim, that doesnt m ake any sense. How can not doing something-wait, you think?. Dont you know what happened?I cant really take to be anything from that part of my life.You mean from that day?No. From that year. 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 debarped, waved a hand in the air.Wait, you very think you could have stopped whatever happened to them? By yourself? When you were four years younger than me?Mirandas throat felt up like it was closing 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 forbearance 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 unbroken 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 song on the radio right now? Sucks. And that there is a whole urban center 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 family, 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 night? Isnt there somewhere we could blend 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 verbalism that, but Ive told you. They cant kill me. You should really work on this obsession you have with people getting killed. And I have to be honest 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 Si bby herself.Thats when she mentation 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 remote from home, alone, trying to fit in. And to never be able to tell anyone the truth about who you are.After theyd been effort in silence for a few minutes, Sibby said, Have you ever killed someone with your bare hands?Miranda looked at her in the rearview. Not yet.Ha-ha.