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Authors: Sarra Manning
Tags: Fiction, General, Death, Family & Relationships, Death; Grief; Bereavement, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, Self-Help, Death & Dying, Dating & Sex, Emotional Problems of Teenagers, Emotional Problems, Behavior, Emotions & Feelings, Guilt
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nothing mattered, but also as if I could rule the world and everyone would bow down before me.
I danced, which had never happened outside the four walls of my bedroom. And when I couldn’t find Dot or the others, I talked to the people hanging out by the speaker stacks—well, actually I babbled away about utter rubbish. It just seemed enough that I could force words out because my teeth had gone numb and my lips had suddenly turned to rubber. It was like water glancing off oilskin, nothing stuck.
Even when I went skidding on a wet patch and toppled over, I simply lay on the floor and looked at all those legs stepping around me and the pretty lights until this girl I’d never met hauled me up.
“You’re so cool,” she kept saying as I swayed along to The Kills, with my arms spread wide for balance.
“We should totally hang out more, just the two of us. What do you think?”
I smiled at her and patted her arm. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I said calmly.
“Okay, see you later,” she trilled as I tripped away. “Remember that you’re beautiful!”
I’d had this vague notion that a toilet would be a good puke venue, but my feet carried me through the club and out a side door so I could take in big gulps of salt-tinged air and decide, yes—still going to be sick.
There was this little courtyard around the back, secluded enough that I could bend over and wait for the muscles in my alimentary canal to go into spasms. Didn’t get an A in Biology GCSE for nothing.
I gripped my knees and coughed a couple of times and just as I felt a hand at the small of my back, all those drinks decided to put in a repeat performance.
A whoosh of jet-propelled ickiness sprung forth from my mouth and the whole time I was dimly aware of this hand rubbing my back soothingly. Finally, my stomach seemed to right itself, and I straightened up so I could look Smith in the eye. I was also pleased to note that I’d kept my hat on.
“Are you okay?” he asked in this concerned voice as I took a generous step back from the little puddle I’d just made.
I wiped my hand over my mouth and it came away red from my lipstick. Oh yes, my joy was now complete.
“Isabel, are you all right? Do you want me to get you some water?” he asked again.
“I’m fine,” I gasped, and then found myself doubling over again. “Well, if fine means that I’m going to be sick again in about two minutes.”
“You must be overheated,” he remarked, and then before I could stop him, he pulled my hat off and ran his fingers through my hair, holding it back from my face. “Might as well get it all out.”
“Thank you for that welcome piece of advice,” I said sourly, which was a perfect match for the bile that rose up and had me retching pitifully.
Finally I was done. Or I thought I was done. I pressed my hand to my forehead and wished that Smith would just piss off.
“Are you all right?” he asked yet again. It was getting as annoying as his fingers still winding around my sweaty strands of hair.
I snatched my hat out of his hands. “Go away,” I ordered, and pointed to the club doors. “Leave me alone.”
“Why are you always so rude?” There was absolutely no accusation, just this flat tonality that made me stare at him in amazement.
And I guess that I was still drunk despite voiding the contents of my stomach, because I told him the truth. For once. “I’m shy,” I confessed quietly so he had to bend his head to catch the words. “I’m really shy, and it makes everything come out like that because it’s hard talking to people.” I thought about it for another second. “And also I’m just . . . yeah, I’m nasty . I’m not very nice. I’m an utter bitch, if you must know.”
“Don’t say stuff like that,” he practically begged me, but I turned away. “I’m really trying here, Isabel.”
“Nobody asked you to. I’m sure you can find yourself an easier conquest if you just want a shag,” I spat at him as I
I danced, which had never happened outside the four walls of my bedroom. And when I couldn’t find Dot or the others, I talked to the people hanging out by the speaker stacks—well, actually I babbled away about utter rubbish. It just seemed enough that I could force words out because my teeth had gone numb and my lips had suddenly turned to rubber. It was like water glancing off oilskin, nothing stuck.
Even when I went skidding on a wet patch and toppled over, I simply lay on the floor and looked at all those legs stepping around me and the pretty lights until this girl I’d never met hauled me up.
“You’re so cool,” she kept saying as I swayed along to The Kills, with my arms spread wide for balance.
“We should totally hang out more, just the two of us. What do you think?”
I smiled at her and patted her arm. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I said calmly.
“Okay, see you later,” she trilled as I tripped away. “Remember that you’re beautiful!”
I’d had this vague notion that a toilet would be a good puke venue, but my feet carried me through the club and out a side door so I could take in big gulps of salt-tinged air and decide, yes—still going to be sick.
There was this little courtyard around the back, secluded enough that I could bend over and wait for the muscles in my alimentary canal to go into spasms. Didn’t get an A in Biology GCSE for nothing.
I gripped my knees and coughed a couple of times and just as I felt a hand at the small of my back, all those drinks decided to put in a repeat performance.
A whoosh of jet-propelled ickiness sprung forth from my mouth and the whole time I was dimly aware of this hand rubbing my back soothingly. Finally, my stomach seemed to right itself, and I straightened up so I could look Smith in the eye. I was also pleased to note that I’d kept my hat on.
“Are you okay?” he asked in this concerned voice as I took a generous step back from the little puddle I’d just made.
I wiped my hand over my mouth and it came away red from my lipstick. Oh yes, my joy was now complete.
“Isabel, are you all right? Do you want me to get you some water?” he asked again.
“I’m fine,” I gasped, and then found myself doubling over again. “Well, if fine means that I’m going to be sick again in about two minutes.”
“You must be overheated,” he remarked, and then before I could stop him, he pulled my hat off and ran his fingers through my hair, holding it back from my face. “Might as well get it all out.”
“Thank you for that welcome piece of advice,” I said sourly, which was a perfect match for the bile that rose up and had me retching pitifully.
Finally I was done. Or I thought I was done. I pressed my hand to my forehead and wished that Smith would just piss off.
“Are you all right?” he asked yet again. It was getting as annoying as his fingers still winding around my sweaty strands of hair.
I snatched my hat out of his hands. “Go away,” I ordered, and pointed to the club doors. “Leave me alone.”
“Why are you always so rude?” There was absolutely no accusation, just this flat tonality that made me stare at him in amazement.
And I guess that I was still drunk despite voiding the contents of my stomach, because I told him the truth. For once. “I’m shy,” I confessed quietly so he had to bend his head to catch the words. “I’m really shy, and it makes everything come out like that because it’s hard talking to people.” I thought about it for another second. “And also I’m just . . . yeah, I’m nasty . I’m not very nice. I’m an utter bitch, if you must know.”
“Don’t say stuff like that,” he practically begged me, but I turned away. “I’m really trying here, Isabel.”
“Nobody asked you to. I’m sure you can find yourself an easier conquest if you just want a shag,” I spat at him as I
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