to hooded sweatshirts.
“Yep,” Mason said. “Maybe they’ll get dinged for it, but it’ll just be points.”
“Why are points a big deal?”
“Points are everything,” Lily said. I couldn’t tell whether she was being sarcastic or not.
Mouse jogged past us and slowed to a stop in the sculpture garden. Despite the cold, she had her T-shirt tied into a knot to show off her stomach, and I’d swear her already-short shorts were rolled at the waist. I know I wasn’t the only guy who noticed.
We passed Havoc and again faced the expanse of pine trees. A gust of wind blew past us, carrying tiny leaves and sticks with it, and making me shiver. The only trees nearby with any leaves were the cottonwoods by the road, but those had shed most of their foliage already. Autumn here wasn’t pretty.
“So,” I said, glancing around to make sure that no one else was nearby. “No one has answered my question. Has there ever been a serious escape attempt?”
Mason didn’t immediately say anything, so Lily spoke. “It depends on what you mean by serious. People have tried. From what I’ve been told, a lot of people used to try.”
“And no one has made it?”
“Not that we know of,” she said. “Most get caught in the act. Others we just hear about.”
“What stops them?” I asked. “Why can’t they just get over the wall and go?”
“It’s not easy to get over the wall,” Mason said simply. “And then you’ve got to get over that fence. And there are security cameras. And who knows what else.”
“I’m going to run one day,” Lily said. “Soon.”
I looked over at her. She was young and small, but there was something about her eyes that made me believe she might actually be able to. “What are you waiting for?”
She thought for a moment, her jaw set and forehead wrinkled. “I’ve never had a good time to do it. Too many Society freaks around all the time.”
“What if you went right now?” I asked. “Run into the forest and go?”
“I’m not that fast,” she said. She stared at the tree line and the tone of her voice made it sound like she might actually have been considering it. I watched her turn and look for the four-wheeler, which was stopped near the crowd of Society kids at the door. “I don’t know. What do you think, Mason? Would the Society chase us over the wall? Would they dare cross it?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t risk it.”
We walked in silence for a while. I wondered what the dangers actually were. I was pretty fast—could they catch me if I ran into the forest? I could run in one direction, hide, and then wait for the others to pass me. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Of course, it shouldn’t be hard at all. Every single kid in that school should have agreed with me. If the Society simply refused to enforce the security rules, we’d be fine.
The wind picked up and I had to squint to keep bits of sand and leaves out of my eyes. It stung as it blew against my legs and arms, and I stopped walking so I could turn my back to it.
“I’m going to go check on the doors,” I said as the gust faded.
I jogged across the field, leaving Mason and Lily on the track.
It was dumb that they locked us out. I made a mental note to prop one of the doors open the next time we had to come outside. But that would probably be against some stupid rule, too.
I passed the crowd of waiting students and hopped up the front steps.
“It’s still locked,” someone said. I turned to see Becky, her hands rubbing her arms to stay warm. Her bare legs were speckled with goose bumps, as were mine.
“Hey,” I said. “You’re admin. Can’t you get them open?”
“I wish,” she said, her tour-guide personality shining brightly. “I really should be back there jogging.”
“Me too.”
She took a step toward me, inspecting my face. “I heard about last night. Sorry about the nose.”
I shrugged. “Things happen.”
Becky leaned forward and whispered, “I shouldn’t
“Yep,” Mason said. “Maybe they’ll get dinged for it, but it’ll just be points.”
“Why are points a big deal?”
“Points are everything,” Lily said. I couldn’t tell whether she was being sarcastic or not.
Mouse jogged past us and slowed to a stop in the sculpture garden. Despite the cold, she had her T-shirt tied into a knot to show off her stomach, and I’d swear her already-short shorts were rolled at the waist. I know I wasn’t the only guy who noticed.
We passed Havoc and again faced the expanse of pine trees. A gust of wind blew past us, carrying tiny leaves and sticks with it, and making me shiver. The only trees nearby with any leaves were the cottonwoods by the road, but those had shed most of their foliage already. Autumn here wasn’t pretty.
“So,” I said, glancing around to make sure that no one else was nearby. “No one has answered my question. Has there ever been a serious escape attempt?”
Mason didn’t immediately say anything, so Lily spoke. “It depends on what you mean by serious. People have tried. From what I’ve been told, a lot of people used to try.”
“And no one has made it?”
“Not that we know of,” she said. “Most get caught in the act. Others we just hear about.”
“What stops them?” I asked. “Why can’t they just get over the wall and go?”
“It’s not easy to get over the wall,” Mason said simply. “And then you’ve got to get over that fence. And there are security cameras. And who knows what else.”
“I’m going to run one day,” Lily said. “Soon.”
I looked over at her. She was young and small, but there was something about her eyes that made me believe she might actually be able to. “What are you waiting for?”
She thought for a moment, her jaw set and forehead wrinkled. “I’ve never had a good time to do it. Too many Society freaks around all the time.”
“What if you went right now?” I asked. “Run into the forest and go?”
“I’m not that fast,” she said. She stared at the tree line and the tone of her voice made it sound like she might actually have been considering it. I watched her turn and look for the four-wheeler, which was stopped near the crowd of Society kids at the door. “I don’t know. What do you think, Mason? Would the Society chase us over the wall? Would they dare cross it?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t risk it.”
We walked in silence for a while. I wondered what the dangers actually were. I was pretty fast—could they catch me if I ran into the forest? I could run in one direction, hide, and then wait for the others to pass me. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Of course, it shouldn’t be hard at all. Every single kid in that school should have agreed with me. If the Society simply refused to enforce the security rules, we’d be fine.
The wind picked up and I had to squint to keep bits of sand and leaves out of my eyes. It stung as it blew against my legs and arms, and I stopped walking so I could turn my back to it.
“I’m going to go check on the doors,” I said as the gust faded.
I jogged across the field, leaving Mason and Lily on the track.
It was dumb that they locked us out. I made a mental note to prop one of the doors open the next time we had to come outside. But that would probably be against some stupid rule, too.
I passed the crowd of waiting students and hopped up the front steps.
“It’s still locked,” someone said. I turned to see Becky, her hands rubbing her arms to stay warm. Her bare legs were speckled with goose bumps, as were mine.
“Hey,” I said. “You’re admin. Can’t you get them open?”
“I wish,” she said, her tour-guide personality shining brightly. “I really should be back there jogging.”
“Me too.”
She took a step toward me, inspecting my face. “I heard about last night. Sorry about the nose.”
I shrugged. “Things happen.”
Becky leaned forward and whispered, “I shouldn’t
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