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Authors: Karen Amanda Hooper
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Let’s invite all the members of my lynch mob.
Dakota answered before unease fully washed over me. “Nah. She’s hanging out with Nathan tonight.”
Faith whipped her head around, and Carson threw a bottle cap at Dakota. Why were they acting so weird?
“Oh, it’s Nathan from Oak Creek.” Dakota peeled the corner of his bottle label. “Not Nathan-Nathan,”
Carson faced me again. “ Our Nathan has Jumper on DVD. You should help me find it.”
“Sure,” slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
I followed Carson down the hallway, staring at the back of his white hoodie, certain he’d turn around any second and say something mean. Maybe he was trying to get me alone so there’d be no witnesses.
He opened the door to Nathan’s room and my worry turned to confusion. This was Nathan’s room? The same Nathan who designed my gorgeous bedroom? His room was so small and plain. The bed had a boring green comforter and no headboard. His dresser, bookshelves, and desk looked like they came from a thrift store.
Carson searched through DVDs while I studied the pictures on the walls. Several sketches hung around one of Louise’s paintings. They were all the same—a pair of female eyes drawn in intricate detail. Their shape reminded me of my own, but they were prettier than mine and the brows were darker.
I spotted a framed photo on the nightstand of a tall curvy girl with long curly hair. She had dazzling green eyes—definitely the ones in the drawings—and a warm smile. She looked like a supermodel.
Carson walked over and stood beside me. “That’s Mary.”
“Your brother’s girlfriend?”
He tugged on the strings of his sweatshirt. “You could call her that.”
I thought about how Dylan was already married at twenty. “Are they married?”
“Let’s just say they’ve been together forever.”
I held the frame close to my face, examining the dull coloring. “Looks like an old photo.”
“Nathan is old-fashioned. That was taken with real film. Eighties-style camera.”
“She’s beautiful.”
Carson’s mad-at-the-world look resurfaced. “She’s not my favorite person.”
I was beginning to think he didn’t like anyone. “Why don’t you like her?”
“She’s selfish. She’s caused Nathan a lot of pain.”
In a way it was sweet, him being protective of his big brother. I looked at the picture again, wondering if Carson judged Mary as harshly as he did me. My mother always said there are many sides to every story.
“Did she go off to school with Nathan?”
Carson’s laugh bordered on sinister. “Nope, she’s here in Sedona.”
“Must be tough for them to be so far apart.”
“You have no idea.” Carson took the frame from me and laid it face down on the nightstand. “Movie time.”
∞
As the closing credits rolled up the screen, Faith grabbed my hand. “What’d you think?”
“Pretty good. Krista used to make up stories about a boy with the same kind of power when we were little.”
Faith’s sparkly grin gushed free when she looked at Krista. “You did?”
“I told her about all kinds of supernatural stuff,” Krista said.
Dakota brushed potato chip crumbs off of his seat. “If I had powers, I’d want to fly.”
Throughout the movie Dakota commented on teleporting like it was real. Faith mentioned he was only fifteen, but did he really believe people had supernatural powers?
Faith squeezed my hand. “What’s wrong? You’re irritated. Do you not like discussing this stuff?”
“I’m not irritated.”
“Yes, you are. I can sense these things. What ability would you want if you were a superhero?”
It wouldn’t be much different from reality. “I’m sure I’d have the power of invisibility.”
Faith scrunched up her nose. “Well, it’s been a long day, and I have to take Shiloh home.”
“Ready when you are.” Shiloh yawned and stretched his arms above his head. The sleeve of his t-shirt crinkled up, exposing a tattoo on
Dakota answered before unease fully washed over me. “Nah. She’s hanging out with Nathan tonight.”
Faith whipped her head around, and Carson threw a bottle cap at Dakota. Why were they acting so weird?
“Oh, it’s Nathan from Oak Creek.” Dakota peeled the corner of his bottle label. “Not Nathan-Nathan,”
Carson faced me again. “ Our Nathan has Jumper on DVD. You should help me find it.”
“Sure,” slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
I followed Carson down the hallway, staring at the back of his white hoodie, certain he’d turn around any second and say something mean. Maybe he was trying to get me alone so there’d be no witnesses.
He opened the door to Nathan’s room and my worry turned to confusion. This was Nathan’s room? The same Nathan who designed my gorgeous bedroom? His room was so small and plain. The bed had a boring green comforter and no headboard. His dresser, bookshelves, and desk looked like they came from a thrift store.
Carson searched through DVDs while I studied the pictures on the walls. Several sketches hung around one of Louise’s paintings. They were all the same—a pair of female eyes drawn in intricate detail. Their shape reminded me of my own, but they were prettier than mine and the brows were darker.
I spotted a framed photo on the nightstand of a tall curvy girl with long curly hair. She had dazzling green eyes—definitely the ones in the drawings—and a warm smile. She looked like a supermodel.
Carson walked over and stood beside me. “That’s Mary.”
“Your brother’s girlfriend?”
He tugged on the strings of his sweatshirt. “You could call her that.”
I thought about how Dylan was already married at twenty. “Are they married?”
“Let’s just say they’ve been together forever.”
I held the frame close to my face, examining the dull coloring. “Looks like an old photo.”
“Nathan is old-fashioned. That was taken with real film. Eighties-style camera.”
“She’s beautiful.”
Carson’s mad-at-the-world look resurfaced. “She’s not my favorite person.”
I was beginning to think he didn’t like anyone. “Why don’t you like her?”
“She’s selfish. She’s caused Nathan a lot of pain.”
In a way it was sweet, him being protective of his big brother. I looked at the picture again, wondering if Carson judged Mary as harshly as he did me. My mother always said there are many sides to every story.
“Did she go off to school with Nathan?”
Carson’s laugh bordered on sinister. “Nope, she’s here in Sedona.”
“Must be tough for them to be so far apart.”
“You have no idea.” Carson took the frame from me and laid it face down on the nightstand. “Movie time.”
∞
As the closing credits rolled up the screen, Faith grabbed my hand. “What’d you think?”
“Pretty good. Krista used to make up stories about a boy with the same kind of power when we were little.”
Faith’s sparkly grin gushed free when she looked at Krista. “You did?”
“I told her about all kinds of supernatural stuff,” Krista said.
Dakota brushed potato chip crumbs off of his seat. “If I had powers, I’d want to fly.”
Throughout the movie Dakota commented on teleporting like it was real. Faith mentioned he was only fifteen, but did he really believe people had supernatural powers?
Faith squeezed my hand. “What’s wrong? You’re irritated. Do you not like discussing this stuff?”
“I’m not irritated.”
“Yes, you are. I can sense these things. What ability would you want if you were a superhero?”
It wouldn’t be much different from reality. “I’m sure I’d have the power of invisibility.”
Faith scrunched up her nose. “Well, it’s been a long day, and I have to take Shiloh home.”
“Ready when you are.” Shiloh yawned and stretched his arms above his head. The sleeve of his t-shirt crinkled up, exposing a tattoo on
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