Page 8 of Shattered Skull


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The nag and a designated driver.

It was the perfect title for me.

Yes, I nagged Erik, but he never worried about the consequences. It was as if I got all the common sense, and he got all the personality and good looks. I had no desire to go to a party or be someone’s designated driver. Not to mention, I was sure Erik wouldn’t drive his precious car drunk.

Or would he?

I sighed, my eyes taking in the trees gliding past us in a blur.

He totally would, and no matter how much I didn’t want to go, I knew he would use my fear of losing another family member to persuade me.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asked, grinning in my direction.

“Shut up and watch the road.”

He laughed.

I hated that he knew me so well, but I guess that came with being a twin.

He didn’t get out of the car when we got home. Just like Mom had, he left me home alone—just a ghost in an old house—invisible.

I didn’t speak to another person, except for my dad’s urn, for the next two days. It was getting to the point where hearing my voice was strange. I haunted the halls—gliding up and down the stairs in a never-ending pattern of reading, homework, and something to drink.

Once Friday came, I was looking forward to economics. I hoped Zada, the girl who had been there the first day, would speak to me again. I was beginning to worry that maybe I really was becoming invisible.

When she walked into the classroom, I waved her over to me with a smile. I could tell by her expression my actions confused her.

“Hey, new girl,” she said, sliding into the seat beside me.

Her pink bangs were now purple.

“Hey.”

“Did you do last night’s homework?”

“I did. It wasn’t bad.”

“Really? It had me stumped. Maybe you can tutor me.” She laughed.

“If you need help, just let me know. I don’t mind.”

Anything to have someone else see me and talk to me. It wasn’t something I wanted all the time, but every few days would remind me I was still alive.

“That would be awesome. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

The class filled, and I watched each person who came in. They were strangers, and yet I had seen them almost every day. Weird how that could happen.

“You never said yes or no to the party. You should come along. It’s at this place called The Strip. It’s fun.”

The Strip.

That was the same place Erik had mentioned.

Were they going to the same party?

If so, then I could go and not be alone if I went with Zada. It was better than standing on the sidelines of Erik’s life and waiting to be needed.

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