Thursday, June 18, 2009

Vibes by Amy Kathleen Ryan

Sam Juarez starts catcalling and pumping his fist in the air, and then Jacob Flax jumps up and down for joy. I shoot a glance at Mallory, who is staring at the show with his mouth open. His eyes slide over to me. "Did everyone drop acid before I got here?"
"We're just excited because the mother ship is landing today."
"Oh good, I love a mass suicide." He grins that wicked grin that makes me a little nervous and a little happy because finally there's someone in my school as dark and twisted as I am.


"What's Hildie short for?" Mallory asks as he guides me out the door with his hand on my wait. I don't like the way he looks, but I like the way he touches me.
"What? Oh, Hildegard." I blink because the bright sun hurts my eyes.
"Holy Hell! I thought my name was bad!"
"It is. Aren't you named after the sister on Family Ties?"
"I see you like prehistoric sitcoms. That's funny." He kicks at a pile of tiny gravel in the parking lot and it scatters. "I'm named after the poet. You know. Le Morte d'Arthur?"
"Oh. You think you name has dignity. I get it."


"But I'm starting to wonder if maybe I'm not as psychic as I thought."
He shrugs, his eyes wandering over the clouds above us. "We all have to live with a measure of uncertainty in our lives," he says. He leans his head back against the tree. "What would it mean if you weren't psychic?"
"I'll have to go through life guessing."
"Guessing what?"
"Whether I can trust people."

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