Lila Shortcuts
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Sarah Alderson
Sarah Alderson is a London-born, LA-based writer whose previous books include Friends Like These (Mulholland), In Her Eyes (Mulholland), The Weekend Away (HarperCollins) and The Stalker (HarperCollins). Sarah is also a screenwriter; her adaptation of The Weekend Away will soon be streaming on Netflix. You can follow @sarahalderson on Twitter and @sarahaldersonauthor on Instagram.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I really enjoyed these shorts from other perspectives. I especially enjoyed getting to read some from Alex's point of view and would really enjoy reading more from his perspective. I recommend this book to any fans of the Lila series.
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Lila Shortcuts - Sarah Alderson
First published in eBook in Great Britain in 2013 by Simon and Schuster UK Ltd
A CBS COMPANY
Copyright © 2013 Sarah Alderson
This book is copyright under the Berne Convention.
No reproduction without permission.
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The right of Sarah Alderson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.
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eBook ISBN 978-1-4711-1958-3
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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For Alex & Lila fans everywhere
Acknowledgements
Thanks to: Liesel, Craig, Tripp and Gretel for all the extra details about Ventura which I overlooked on my visit. I was too obsessed by the thrift stores to notice much else. Becky Wicks, fellow author and conspirator, for her helpful editing advice, and thanks too, to all the Lila fans out there who make me want to keep on writing about these characters.
Contents
TURNING AMBER
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
CONSPIRACYNATION.NET
@CNN
REDEEMING DEMOS
CATCHING SUKI
RECRUITING JACK
THE MOMENT
A short story from Alex’s point of view
TURNING AMBER
Chapter One
I don’t know much, I fully admit that. I’m only seventeen after all. But there is one thing I do know with utter and complete certainty: Everybody is a liar.
Not just politicians and lawyers and criminals. Doctors, little old ladies and policemen too. Even nuns. Seriously.
The girl in the fitting room who tells you its just your colour. The waitress who smiles and says its no bother to bring you a menu. The best friend who swears blind your bum doesn’t look big in those jeans. Honestly.
Boys are the worst. Believe me, every word that falls from boys’ lips after their voices break should be treated as though it’s coated in Anthrax – with extreme caution and never, under any circumstances, absorbed.
‘That magazine you’re reading is full of lies,’ I tell Nancy, stabbing my finger onto a photograph of an anorexic-looking celebrity. ‘Do you honestly believe her when she says all she eats is ice-cream and doughnuts?’
Nancy glances up at me over her copy of Seventeen, pushes her retro fake Raybans up her nose and blows a bubble that for a second eclipses her face like a pale pink moon. She lets it pop then gathers the elastic goo with the tip of her tongue. ‘Your problem, Amber,’ she says, ‘is that you’re too cynical to even appreciate gossip. And that is a tragedy.’
‘I’m not cynical,’ I sigh.
I just know for a fact when someone is lying. I can see it. The colour of their aura changes like they’re standing beneath a disco ball. If I happen to be touching them at the same time (which isn’t often, because I make it a rule never to touch people) then I feel it, too. Try telling people that, though. It’s enough to earn you a trip to a state-appointed psychiatrist.
I’ve been seeing auras since I was a toddler. At first I wandered around with an awed smile, gazing at the multi-coloured lights dancing over everybody’s heads. I figured, with astute small-child reasoning, that these were halos, and that therefore everyone, myself included, was an angel. My mum figured out pretty fast what was going on because her mum – my grandma – was a reader too. That’s the word they use for it; reader. As though it’s as fun as reading a book. My mum dumped me on my grandma’s stoop one day and had her explain it all to me.
It was pretty devastating – up there with discovering my grandpa and not an elf was filling my Christmas stocking – to find out that people were as far away from being angels as was possible. That those mesmerising lights actually meant something other than oooh, pretty. That they signified sadness, pain, joy, jealousy, hope, anger, happiness and loss. Everyone’s soul was laid bare, worn on their sleeve (or their head if you want to get literal). Bile green for jealousy, indigo blue for fear, blood red for anger, dark carnelian for rage, shiny topaz for friendship, mustard yellow for sickness and pain, obsidian black for pain and grief and evil. Because, yes, evil does exist in the world. Hate to break it to you.
And let’s not forget white. Pristine, glowing, bridal white. For death.
Nancy slams down the magazine. ‘Right, we need to make like Tom and cruise,’ she announces. And with that she hops the counter and flies down the aisles of the Exchange Thrift Store, throwing random items over her arm as though she’s been given sixty seconds to save all the contents of the store from a raging blaze.
She reaches the scarf/ hat/sunglasses stand and spins it, pulling off a blue beret, a pink feather boa and a pair of 1950s-style sunglasses. With arms cascading clothes, feathers and other random items she rushes back to the counter where I’m busy closing up the till.
She kicks out the last loiterers – two teenage boys giggling over a battered Anaïs Nin novel – and we get to business.
On a scale of one to ten I’m hovering around minus three on going to The Majestic tonight. I only agreed because Nancy’s favourite band are playing and I don’t want her going alone. She has no weirdo-guy filter whatsoever.
‘How can you not be excited about seeing The Gnarly Surs?’ Nancy says, grinning at me as she eyeliners and lipglosses in the changing room mirror, before twirling in the Siberian-peasant-meets-ninja-assassin outfit she’s selected. Her aura is a buzzing cloud of topaz and gold: friendship and happiness.
‘I promise you it will be the best night ever!’ Nancy tells me, spinning the boa over her shoulders, the feathers floating into the rainbow haze above her making it seem like a flock of jungle birds are nesting in her hair.
I shoot her a look. ‘The last time you made me go with you to The Majestic I had to pull you out of a mosh pit before you got trampled, and then we almost got eaten by a Hell’s Angel.’
Nancy sticks out her tongue. ‘Hey, just because he wore leather, probably kept a family of rodents in his beard and held alternative views on democracy and women’s place in society doesn’t make him a cannibal.’
I shake my head at her.
Nancy’s pretty much my only friend, partly because among the consummate liars in the world, she’s one of the more honest ones. She only lies when she doesn’t want to hurt someone’s feelings. I don’t lie at all. Ever. It’s a rule of mine. And could also explain why I finished elementary school with no friends whatsoever. By middle school I’d learned not to open my mouth. By High School I had a reputation as a loner, a weirdo and an ice queen.
But at least my aura is shiny clean.
I pull on a faded vintage T-shirt I’ve been eyeing all day, and which I earlier hid among the second-hand bras to ensure it didn’t get picked up by one of the Thriftstore junkies, and then, over the top, ease on a snug leather jacket that feels like a second-skin – a pity it costs more than I earn in a week of shifts at the Exchange. But borrowing costs nothing!
Nancy bounces over and tugs the beret on over my hair.
‘Goddamn your hair, you pre-Raphaelite princess, you,’ she mutters as she tries to tame it, pulling one red strand free and arranging it artfully around my face. Once done, she rams the sunglasses on too, even though it’s almost dark outside. Then she links her arm through mine. ‘Ready, soul sister?’ she asks.
Chapter Two
The Majestic has drawn its usual crowd of local kids. There’s also a battalion of bearded biker guys wearing so much leather they squeak when they walk and which (I shudder when I think about it) must cause hideous chafing.
There are some Thriftstore junkies over in the corner who we recognise as regulars to the Exchange, some crusty surfer dudes (as Nancy refers to them), and a few kids from school – a mix of the pot smokers, the emos and the punk grunge kids – all of whom ignore me and Nancy. And then there are the out-of-towners, looking scared as they clutch their Buds to their chests and wait for the warm-up band to finish.
I see him straight away. He’s hard to miss in this mismatched group of Majestic patrons. He stands out not only because he’s exceptionally good-looking (his good-looks only heightened by his proximity to one particularly hairy, bearded specimen of doorman with an aura so bile-stained and pockmarked it makes me flinch), but also because Nancy sucker-punches me in the stomach to call my attention to him. He had my attention fully anyway. I snatch the sunglasses off to verify I’m not just seeing things.
I have never, in all my life, seen an aura like his. Except on two other people. And both those people had something pretty unusual in common.
I can only describe it by saying it’s like one of those ticker tape parades where tiny squares of tinfoil float and whirl in the air above conquering heroes’ parading heads. It’s astonishing. There are other colours mixed in there – but it’s the silver I notice . . . can’t help but notice. It’s like he’s wearing a chandelier for