Nine Candles of Deepest Black
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She saw it coming. She knew it would happen―but no one believed her.
Almost a year after tragedy shattered her family, sixteen-year-old Paige Thomas can't break free from her guilt. Her mother ignores her, doting on her annoying little sister, while her father is a barely-functioning shell. He hopes a move to the quiet little town of Shadesboro PA will help them heal, but Paige doesn't believe in happiness anymore.
On her first day at school, a chance encounter with a bullied eighth grader reawakens a gift Paige had forgotten, and ingratiates her into a pack of local outcasts. For weeks, they've been trying to cast a ritual to fulfill their innermost desires, but all they've done is waste time. After witnessing Paige touch the Ouija board and trigger a paranormal event, the girls are convinced another try with their new fifth member will finally work.
Once the darkness is unleashed, it's not long before they learn it will give them exactly what they asked for―whether they want it or not.
Matthew S. Cox
Matthew has been creating science fiction and fantasy worlds for most of his reasoning life, which early on, took the form of roleplaying game settings. Since 1996, he has developed the “Divergent Fates” world, in which Division Zero, Virtual Immortality, The Awakened Series, The Harmony Paradox, and the Daughter of Mars series take place. Matthew is an avid gamer, a recovered WoW addict, Gamemaster for two custom systems, and a fan of anime, British humour, and intellectual science fiction that questions the nature of reality, life, and what happens after it. He is also fond of cats.
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Nine Candles of Deepest Black - Matthew S. Cox
1
The Pleasure of Existing
Thursday October 8 - 6:22 a.m.
Sorrow weighed down the lifeless morning sky and pressed heavy in the pit of Paige’s stomach. Five dark toenails tipped a porcelain foot at the end of leggings the same shade of black as the polish. She scrunched her fingers into her second grey sock, not quite able to advance putting it on from concept to action. Cloud shadows crept across the wall in front of her, over posters of two bands she’d forgotten why she ever liked. Melissa’s distant laughter at another one of Mom’s lame jokes brought on a wave of blah that made Paige flop back on her bed. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to go to a new school. She didn’t even want to leave her bedroom.
You’re gonna be late for school,
said Amber.
Paige let gravity pull her head to the left and stared up through a tangle of jet hair at the sideways figure of her older sister and her Penn State sweatshirt. So?
"So… You’re sixteen. You have to go to school. Amber walked around the corner of the bed, her jeans swooshing.
Come on. Don’t do this to yourself."
I don’t like it here. Why did Dad have to move us to Shadesboro? I miss Ardmore.
Paige let her grip on the sock loosen, and her arms flopped limp at her sides. It’s not fair.
How can you miss Ardmore? I don’t mean to sound harsh, but you didn’t exactly have friends. You hung out with my friends.
Paige sighed. Yeah. They didn’t want me around after you left for college.
Please. For me?
Amber leaned over the bed, her long brown hair draped free. I hate seeing you like this.
Whatever.
Paige sat up and pulled the sock on before reaching for a pair of gothy black boots with extra buckles.
Jesus… why did you get those?
Amber blinked.
Paige stuffed her feet into them. Because Mom wouldn’t let me get the thigh-highs.
I mean… what’s with all the
—Amber waved her hand around—dark eyeliner and morbid stuff lately?
I dunno.
Paige zipped the boots and let her head sag into her hands, hiding from the world behind a wall of dense black hair. Why do they have to start school so damn early?
From downstairs, Mom yelled, You need to be out the door by six-thirty.
Thank you alarm clock,
muttered Paige. She sighed. Mom won’t let me dye my hair and I’m whiter than the damn Pepsi bear. Everyone thinks I’m Goth already; why not go all the way.
It’s not you.
Amber reached to fuss with Paige’s mane, but pulled back. You’re not this girl. And isn’t the bear Coke’s thing?
I am now.
Paige looked up. You see how Mom is… it’s like it’s only her and Melissa in the world, and Dad’s a damn zombie. I can’t believe they didn’t take his gun away.
Amber folded her arms. Dad’s not the one who wanted to—
No!
yelled Paige. Stop. Fine. All right, I’ll go.
She covered her mouth with one hand and cried. A few seconds later, she sniffled. Dump the guilt trip already.
I’m sorry.
Amber stared at the beige carpet around her sneakers. It’s my fault Dad’s being so distant and Mom’s gone off the deep end with Mel. I wish I—
Will you stop?
Paige glared up at her. "It’s not your fault. Not like you wanted to die."
The door squeaked open as Mom peered in. The small, glossy pink backpack in her hand provided the perfect accent for her beige sweater and black yoga pants. Get off the phone, Paige. Good grief. Who are you screaming at this early in the morning? You don’t have time. Get moving.
Yeah, I’ll get right on that.
Paige scowled at the wall, wiping away tears. Bet she’d notice Mel crying.
Melissa appeared in the doorway, dolled up in a pink dress, purple leggings, frilly pink socks, and silver ballet flats. The girl’s long, wavy red hair made her look like a tiny version of Mom, only with green eyes instead of blue.
She doesn’t even care we left our home. Paige frowned off to the side so her little sister didn’t see. How can she be so… cheerful.
Melissa crept up to the door until the tips of her shoes almost touched the color change in the rug. I’m not in your room.
Paige drew in a breath to yell ‘go away’ or something similar like she always did, but swallowed it at a baleful stare from her older sister.
The little redhead bounced on her toes and swayed side to side. Come on, Paige. We’re gonna be late. Don’t you wanna see the new school? Mom says my school is right next to yours. We can see each other at lunch.
Pure glee radiated from her face.
Yeah.
Paige bent forward and raked both hands up through her hair. Gotta deal with her at home and at school? Shoot me now. Great. Be right down.
Melissa darted off. Seconds later, the thump thump thump of soft shoes on carpeted stairs faded to silence.
Don’t say it,
muttered Paige.
You know Mel looks at you the same way you idolized me.
Amber sat on the edge of the bed. Her arm settled like a cloud of cold mist around Paige’s shoulders. Don’t take it out on her because Mom’s not coping well. It’s not Mel’s fault. She’s eight. She’ll grow out of it. Every time you scream at her to get lost, she crawls under her bed and cries.
More tears rolled down Paige’s face. I’m sixteen and I still…
She tried to cling to Amber, but fell through her and wound up kneeling on the floor hugging the mattress.
I made a bad choice.
Amber let her arm drop. I believed Eric when he said he was sober enough to drive. You tried to warn me, but I ignored you and… I’m sorry.
Paige sniffled and stood. It’s not fair.
Hey, don’t be like that. I’m here now, aren’t I? Not away at school.
It’s not the same.
Paige tried to put a hand atop Amber’s, an intangible cloud of cold. You’re like icy mist.
Paige?
yelled Mom from downstairs. Enough with the stalling. You’re going to be late. Move it, young lady. Right now.
Paige held two middle fingers at the floor, twisting them around like radio dials. Ugh, the sound of her voice is like razors on glass.
Amber smiled. Like the way she yelled when I got caught sneaking out for that party when I was seventeen.
Paige giggled despite tears. "Yeah. She was so pissed."
Go on. I’ll be here when you get home.
Yeah.
Paige sighed, grabbed her empty backpack, and trudged out into the hall.
She pulled her door closed before plodding down the stairs to the living room, hooked a hard left, and crossed the dining room to the kitchen. Despite the grey outside, the décor had enough white and yellow to seem almost bright. Dad perched at the far side of the basic wood Ikea table, lost in something on his laptop. A plain white tee shirt announced his probable freedom from work today.
Morning.
Paige flopped into the seat across from Melissa.
Her little sister attacked a bowl of Lucky Charms like a pink wood chipper. She paused a second to peer up at her with an adoring look while making an ‘mmm’ noise through a mouthful of cereal. The overabundance of cheer made Paige want to throw her into a closet.
Amazing there isn’t milk all over the wall.
Mom leaned over the sink, pouring water in a flowerbox outside the kitchen window. Paige glanced from the blank table in front of her to Mom, and grumbled. Her pet black cloud popped out and hovered over her head. She let the backpack slip off her shoulder, stood, and went about collecting a bowl for herself. You’d think a work-at-home Mom could spare ten damn minutes to make breakfast. She’s up at the butt-crack of dawn. A lump grew in her throat. Mom hadn’t cooked breakfast for ‘the family’ since the accident. Every so often, Melissa got pancakes if she begged. I can’t even get a ‘good morning.’
Paige fell into the seat and set her bowl down. Melissa made funny faces at her. A tiny hint of a smile squeezed out from under the black cloud.
I’ve decided that I’m willing to help you get your own car when you turn seventeen, but there’s a condition.
Dad looked up from the screen. I don’t want you riding in any car with a boy your age driving… If you can agree to that, we’ll talk car on your birthday.
Wow.
Paige stared at him, frozen with a dripping spoon inches from her mouth. That was… like actual conversation. To what do I owe the pleasure of existing today?
Dad frowned. I don’t appreciate the snark.
She fumed. Melissa seemed to sense the mood in her eyes and shrank in on herself, staring at her cereal. Paige bit back the urge to shout for the second time that morning. Snark? You’ve barely said six words to me over the past eleven months. Today I get a whole sentence. It’s not attitude; it’s shock.
Mom swooped around the table behind Melissa and fussed over her. I forgot to do your hair… Oh, sweetie, it’s all over the place.
She set to the task of fiddling with every detail of her sister’s outfit. "You’re adorable. It will be nice when I have two daughters again, but your sister never much cared for pink… or frills."
Melissa un-shrank and glanced at Paige, as if asking for permission to smile.
I’ve had a lot on my mind.
Dad returned his attention to his computer. We all have.
Paige stared at the pristine skin on the inside of her right wrist. How much could it possibly hurt?
Maybe someday your sister will outgrow all that doom and gloom nonsense.
Mom gasped. Where are your earrings?
I’m right here, Mom. Stop talking about me like I don’t exist.
Paige stabbed her spoon into the cereal, scowling when it didn’t cry out in pain.
Melissa shrugged before grabbing her earlobes. I dunno.
Mom zoomed down the hall, headed for the stairs. Paige turned away so the dagger-eyed look chasing her mother off didn’t stab her kid sister.
Well?
asked Dad.
Paige munched three spoonfuls of Lucky Charms. What if I don’t like boys? Does your condition apply to girlfriends?
So you agree?
asked Dad.
Wow. Not even a raised eyebrow. Paige gave Melissa the ‘just kidding’ wink, setting off a milk-spraying giggle fit. Would you even notice if I died too?
Melissa went stone-still, staring, lip quivering.
Dad looked up from the screen. Paige had expected no reaction at all, or anger if anything, but he looked… broken. That’s not the kind of thing to ask, Paige. We’ve all suffered because of what happened. Can you please stop feeling so sorry for yourself? There’s more than you in this family, you know.
Yeah.
She dropped her spoon in the cereal, no interest in finishing it. I guess I’m being selfish for wanting, I dunno, maybe a ‘good morning’ once in a while… or a ‘hi.’ You should get the bolts on your neck checked soon. I think you need a recharge.
He grumbled and went back to whatever he was doing on the computer.
Melissa focused a stare on her that seemed to say ‘please don’t hate me.’
Mom glided in, her hair in a scrunchie she didn’t have before. She helped Melissa put on two cheap, plain gold earrings. Paige thumped her left elbow on the table and braced her head in her hand while stirring at her cereal. Black draped over half her face, blocking one eye. She teased at her naked earlobe, replaying several screaming matches her twelve-year-old self had with Mom over hating being too ‘girly.’ Her hair hid the scowl she directed at Mom as the woman doted on her little sister. She’d been almost as clingy with Amber since she was ‘the first,’ and now Melissa got special attention for being the youngest. Paige… well, Paige just was. At least Dad ignores Mel too.
Melissa finished her cereal and Mom took the bowl to the sink, almost pulling it out of her grip before the child could slurp up all the milk. Paige forced herself to finish off the last of her breakfast, but didn’t bother drinking the sugary mess at the bottom. She stood and grabbed her backpack.
Don’t leave your dishes on the table,
said Mom.
Oh, so I exist when it’s nagging time.
Paige fired off a spiteful look and started for the hallway, ignoring the bowl on the table. I’m gonna be late, remember?
Give me a minute.
Dad flipped the laptop closed. I’ll drive you two.
Melissa shivered. I don’t wanna go inna car. I don’t wanna crash.
Mom rolled her eyes out of Melissa’s view. Oh, sweetie. Your father’s a State Trooper. He’s not going to crash.
Melissa sniveled, lapsing into a pattern of breathing that preceded crying.
I was gonna walk, Dad. I can take her with me.
Paige paused at the door. It’s not too far.
Melissa let out a squeal of glee. Can I can I can I can I?
Is it safe?
asked Mom. That’s almost a half-mile of woods. She’s only eight.
Along a road,
said Paige. Dad moved us to East Bumblefart, but there’s still roads.
Melissa zipped out of her chair, grinning from ear to ear, and took Paige’s hand. Mom? Please? Can we walk?
She bounced, causing her hair to fluff and fall.
Better get going now then.
Dad leaned back in the chair and stretched. It should be safe, Andrea. The worst thing to happen in this place is a couple of kids spray-painting the stores downtown. That’s why I picked it.
That’s exactly what I’m worried about.
Mom grabbed Melissa by the backpack. It’s always the ‘towns where nothing happens’ where a little girl walking to school alone doesn’t come home.
Alone?
yelled Paige. "What is wrong with you? I guess I am invisible. Fine. Drive her. Maybe I’ll disappear and you’ll find me in a shallow grave next month. Not like Mom would notice."
Paige…
Mom reached, but Paige ducked her shoulder away from the grasping hand and ran to the door.
She stopped at the bottom of the porch steps, where a gravel strip about fifteen feet long connected to a two-lane rural street. Dad’s State Police car, a white Ford, tucked up so close to the blue family Suburban the push bars on the front touched it. Walking alone? "I don’t believe you, Mom. Really? Say that right in front of me?" A quick glance back at the house revealed the animated silhouettes of a parental argument. Whatever they said, they kept too low for her to hear them outside.
Melissa ran out onto the porch behind her. Pay…
What?
asked Paige, not looking back.
Can I still walk with you? I don’t wanna go in a car.
She bounced down the steps. Dad said it’s okay.
Melissa bared her teeth in an expression part hopeful grin, part fear.
Now I know how sharks feel with those little fish clinging to their ass. Paige looked away from the empty window. Fine.
She took Melissa’s hand and crunched down the driveway until gravel met paving. The road running past their house formed a veritable tunnel of trees; to the left, it led downhill toward Shadesboro downtown, the other direction held about three or four more miles of houses before hitting open farmland. Mom’s worry something would happen to them precisely because this was the sort of town where ‘that kind of thing didn’t happen’ made her hesitate. She stared at the wavering brown-orange leaves while listening to the faint hiss of the breeze. Maybe Dad had a good idea for once; the place did strike her as peaceful. She glanced up and back at a second story window—the parents’ room—and made eye contact with Amber. Her older sister, her face half hidden behind a curtain, offered an encouraging smile, and faded away.
Paige took in a deep breath filled with the fragrance of damp woodlands, pulled her backpack up on her shoulder, and set off down the road.
2
Fitting In
Thursday October 8 - 7:03 a.m.
Fallen leaves crunched under Paige’s boots, disturbing the whisper of a breeze through the woods. She kept a tight grip on Melissa’s hand and guided her younger sister across the street to the right. Every so often, the girl looked up with a broad smile brimming with adoration. Did I give Amber that same face? Her black cloud crawled out of the neckline of her jacket and hovered a few inches to her left.
For most of her life, Paige had worshipped the very ground Amber walked on. She’d spent more time trying to fit in with her older sister’s friends than finding ones her own age. Not that her parents noticed, but Amber’s death had gutted Paige. She hadn’t paid much attention to anyone—least of all Melissa—for the first few months after that night. As best she could remember, the little one hadn’t reacted much. For all she knew, her sister bawled her eyes out for weeks on end. It was hard to tell what went on when you’re curled up in a ball trying to wish the world away.
Melissa shrieked and pulled back.
The sudden noise on top of Mom’s suggestion of danger in the woods brought a yelp of fear from Paige before her brain shrugged out of her spiral of bleak. She looked around, seeing nothing threatening. W-what?
Melissa pointed at the ground, and burst into tears. It’s icky!
About three feet in front of them, a dead deer lay covered in flies. Six or seven feet of smear continued in the direction a car had been going. Paige waved at a pair of buzzing black dots checking out her face.
It’s roadkill, Mel. It won’t hurt you.
It’s eww!
Melissa writhed in an effort to escape Paige’s grip on her hand. "It’s got like all the bugs!"
Paige glanced back to make sure no cars approached, and strayed into the road to give the carcass a wider berth. Melissa continued squirming and making faces for a while after they’d passed it, until the trill of a distant bird distracted her attention into the trees.
The road between their house and downtown went a little over a half-mile, past six other houses. Two sat so far back in the woods at the end of long unpaved driveways she’d only guessed at their presence due to mailboxes next to the road. At the approximate halfway point between home and Shadesboro, the hill leveled off and the opening at the end of the tree tunnel filled in with signs of civilization: parked cars, streetlamps, and buildings.
Are there snakes?
asked Melissa.
Paige shrugged. I dunno. Maybe copperheads or something.
Melissa whined and tried to climb her.
Get off.
She stopped short of shoving her away.
Sniffles. B-but Pay… snakes.
Well, you wanted to walk. How long have you been afraid of cars?
Since before.
Melissa kicked at an acorn. The pink ruffle around her ankle wobbled like a limp daisy.
How much did they tell you?
Melissa looked up, her gait slowed to a near standstill. Amber got hurt inna car ‘cause she was with Eric and let him drive.
Paige squatted, holding her sister’s hand in both of hers. Right. It wasn’t the car. Eric had too much to drink. He blew through a light and they got hit.
Why did he blow up a light?
Melissa tilted her head.
Paige couldn’t help but smile. I mean he didn’t see it turn red. He drove right through it. Getting in a car isn’t going to hurt you. It’s alcohol that’s the problem.
Oh.
Melissa looked down as they got underway again. Daddy won’t talk about it. Do you think he’ll ever smile again?
I dunno.
Paige decided to play kick-the-acorn as well. I miss her too.
Don’t go away,
whispered Melissa. Please.
Paige cringed. How much did she hear? I won’t. I don’t think I even wanna go to college.
It’s okay if you don’t want me touching your stuff.
Melissa jumped at a snap in the woods and let out a gasp.
A deer perked up, staring at them.
Paige’s boot scuffed on the paving, echoing into the trees and spooking the critter into a sprint. Melissa squeezed her hand, looking around whenever a bird squawked or something made noise among the trees. A steady cascade of snaps, thumps, and rustling came from everywhere. It didn’t seem scary, but it made her imagine an army of invisible gnomes working on wrestling moves. Every so often, a squirrel appeared and raced up the side of a tree, though they couldn’t possibly have made the deeper thuds.
Her sister kept quiet for the remainder of the walk into town. Soon, forest gave way to a row of small shops, a McDonalds, and a coffee shop with green and white signs that looked like an attempt to trick tourists into mistaking it for a Starbucks. They passed a Hess station on the right corner, across the street from a small First Fidelity bank. Beyond the gas pumps, a strip mall with clothing and ski supply stores stretched northward.
Five blocks in, Paige felt like she stood in the center of the smallest town left in the US still large enough to have concrete buildings instead of something lame like log cabins. She kept waiting to see the creepy hillbillies or local cop who looked ninety-five years old, but most of the people running around appeared to be out-of-towners preparing to head south to go skiing. Not that Paige felt much like a ‘local’ yet.
Melissa’s grip tightened on her hand as the pedestrian traffic thickened. Paige headed straight for the school grounds: four blocks in, left turn, three blocks down. She pulled her sister along a little too fast for small legs, but she wanted to beat the clock. Though she had only skimmed the paper Mom left on her bed, she remembered first period started at 8:00 a.m. According to her cell phone, she had about forty-two minutes.
She brushed among a scattering of high-school students on the sidewalk rimming an impressive slab of concrete bearing silver metal letters: Emmet G. Waterford Memorial High School. Who the hell is that? Well, was…
A channel of parking lot capped by a large grassy field divided a pair of buildings in the general shape of two Ls pointing their long ends at each other. The structure on the right was Shadesboro Elementary, as indicated by a smaller sign nearer the entrance. A pastoral spread of autumnal leaves shrouded the outer edges of both schools, rustling in a gentle breeze.
Clattering came up behind them. Paige glanced over her shoulder at a boy, probably in seventh or eighth grade, in a deep squat on a skateboard. He jumped a mild incline at the edge of the parking lot entrance and careened on a collision path with Melissa, who screamed.
The boy looked up, startled. He lunged forward and stomped the nose of his board, which flipped up behind him as his sneakers clomped hard on the asphalt. He caught the board at his side in what appeared to be a well-practiced maneuver, and came to a stumbling halt within arm’s reach of them.
Uhh, sorry.
He flashed a cheesy smile and ran off with the board tucked under his arm.
Melissa seemed unable to decide if the near miss was worth an explosion of tears, and rendered a noncommittal sniffle. She kept quiet as Paige led her up the same steps the boy took.
The office, walled in glass with thin aluminum strips, sat on the far side of a large atrium filled with sports trophy cases and paintings of boring, stuffy-looking old men in suits. She trudged over a six-foot circle bearing a grimacing cartoony goat in a football helmet, and shoved open a door that scraped with a sound like tearing metal.
A pudgy, grandmotherly woman looked up from behind a counter tall enough to reach Paige’s collarbones. The woman’s glasses only half filled their frames and dangled on a beaded chain. She flashed an expression of mild disdain after her gaze darted between them.
Paige smirked. What? We just moved here. First day.
Oh. I was just wondering where your parents were.
The woman’s apprehension faded away to the sort of smile that could give someone diabetes. Name?
Mine or hers?
Paige fidgeted.
Well, why don’t we start with hers? You look a bit old for this half of the school.
The woman winked. I’m Mrs. Reinhardt.
Melissa Thomas. She was in third grade back home.
Two other older women crept up to get a look at the little one. The usual chorus of ‘awws’ followed.
Melissa tilted her head, grinned ear-to-ear and waved. Hello. We’re new here. I’m Melissa, and that’s my sister Paige.
Mel’s gonna get carded when she’s thirty.
Mrs. Reinhardt handed Paige some papers Mom needed to sign. You can take her down the hall to Miss. Phelps’s class. It’s the sixth door on the left side labeled 3B. I’ll call ahead and let her know you’re coming.
Thanks,
said Paige.
Melissa waved again to the office grandmothers and followed Paige down the hall to the indicated door. The roar from a sea of third-graders left to their own devices prior to the start of class rumbled from within. Her little sister seemed as unfazed at the thought of walking into a room full of strange kids as she had at leaving their home behind to go two hours away.
You gonna be okay?
Thanks for walking me.
Melissa raised her arms as if about to hug her, but flashed a sheepish smile instead. Sorry.
Paige’s voice echoed ‘stop touching me!’ in the back of her mind. Okay, so calling Amber back from the dead wasn’t her only special power. She could make little sisters burst into tears at will too. She gave her a one-armed mini-hug. S’okay.
Melissa’s pink dress flared as she spun to face the door and walked inside, glossy pink backpack gleaming in the overhead lights. Paige edged up and leaned on the doorjamb, smiling as quiet settled over the kids when they noticed a newcomer. Melissa marched up to a woman about Mom’s age with mouse-brown hair, who tended to something on the computer at her desk. The teacher smiled at her before casting a warm look in Paige’s direction.
Melissa twisted around to grin at her. That’s my sister, Paige.
Mrs. Phelps glanced at her watch and nodded in the direction of the high school.
Yeah, yeah,
mumbled Paige.
She waved at Melissa and trudged down the hall, deciding to head through the long strut of the L, which would open closer to the high school. After she crossed the central atrium, rooms for the sixth, seventh, and eighth grade classes went by on either side, as well as a few doors labeled ‘Aux’ or ‘Music.’ The older kids seemed far quieter than those in the other hallway. Paige stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets and marched to the door with her head down. I guess I have been crappy to Mel.
Sniffling echoed from somewhere nearby.
Paige stopped. She lifted her head and pulled her hair from her face, twisting side to side. The quiet whimpering seemed to be emanating from the lockers on the left. Her gaze ran down a row of narrow metal doors devoid of padlocks, stopping on the only spot that had one. She crept up to the door.
Hello?
She leaned up to the vent slats. Is… someone in there?
Two eyes and a pale face appeared in the slits.
Paige gasped and jumped back. Holy crap.
Let me out,
whined a tiny voice. The door rattled. They tricked me.
It’s locked,
said Paige.
I know. I can’t get out.
The girl inside cried.
Paige glanced down the hall toward the office. I’ll get a teacher, hang on.
She grumbled, grasping the padlock. Who the hell puts a—
A pall of dizziness swam around in her head. She braced her other hand on the lockers as her legs went to jelly. The wall of identical metal doors painted in pea green faded away to an enormous round combination dial, as if she’d held it up to her eye. The numbers rotated to thirty-eight, counterclockwise to nineteen, then clockwise again to eleven.
Paige blinked and shook off the daze. She stared at the lock draped in her fingers. What the hell was that? The sniffling on the other side of the door grew louder. She cocked her jaw at it. I’ve got a ghost in my bedroom. Hallucinating shouldn’t be this weird.
What?
asked the girl.
Uhh, nothing.
Paige dialed in the sequence from the daydream. Her smirk evaporated to a startled gasp when the hasp popped free. Whoa.
The kid rattled the door. Help!
Paige twisted the lock and pulled it out. The door flew open, revealing a tween in a black dress and socks, black shoes, and long, straight black hair down to her waist. Red rimmed her brown eyes. She looked up at Paige as if seeing a ghost.
Who are you? You’re in high school, right? What are you doing over here?
First day in town.
Paige took the girl’s hand and helped her unfold herself from the otherwise empty locker. My little sister’s in third.
Oh.
The girl wiped her face. Thanks. I’m Sofia. I, uhh, gotta go. I’m late.
She started away, but stopped to check out Paige’s head-to-toe black. Nice outfit.
You too.
Paige chuckled and pocketed the lock. Mine now.
Sofia ran deeper into the building, heading for a door marked 8A.
Thirty-ish feet later, Paige pushed open a side door and went outside, squinting at a blast of autumn wind and leaf bits. By now, the parking lot had filled up, with the exception of a row of spaces nearest the street. Most of the cars looked like they belonged to kids taking auto shop, since no way would a responsible adult drive something in that condition further than walking distance from their house. Nearer the high school, a few looked newer. She jogged up another five-step concrete staircase littered with cigarette butts to a raised walkway that curved around a statue of some prig in an old-looking military uniform.
The front of the high school had three pairs of double doors where the grade school had one. A similar layout contained a big atrium crammed with trophies, but these held larger awards… and more of them. Rather than pictures of old dudes, the walls held a shrine to past quarterbacks of the Goats. Paige sighed in her throat. Great. The whole place is football crazy. Her pet cloud had grown wider than her shoulders by the time she walked straight into the glass door for the office.
A thin man in a grey tweed jacket with thick brown hair, glasses, and a dense moustache looked up from behind the desk and made a pulling gesture.
She yanked it open. The door went the opposite direction from its counterpart in the grade school, but emitted the same squeal of grinding metal. Funny. What genius reversed it?
Sorry?
The man cocked an eyebrow.
The four women at desks behind him seemed half the age of the grade-school clerks. Not one of them looked up.
Never mind… Uhh, I’m starting today. Do I have to, like, check in or something?
He moved to a computer terminal. Name?
Paige Thomas. I’m a sophomore.
The man typed for a few seconds. Held back? Says here you’re sixteen.
No. July birthday.
She sighed through her nose. I was going to school in Philly, so I probably could jump right to junior year if you want in this place.
Oh, here it is.
He tapped the screen and a laser printer whirred to life. Your schedule’s already set. Looks like you’ve got a few minutes yet before the bell. Head to the cafeteria for now.
He handed her two papers with a class schedule, teachers, and room numbers on it.
She glanced over the form:
Thomas, Paige E (SOP)
Locker A158-4
Period Subject Room Instructor
8:00-8:45 Chemistry 204 Ruiz
8:45-8:55 Travel - -- -
8:55-9:40 Geometry 112 Pritchard
9:40-9:50 Travel - -- -
9:50-10:35 Art 131 Hollis
10:35-10:45 Travel - -- -
10:45-11:30 Gym Aud McDonnell
11:30-11:40 Travel - -- -
11:40-12:25 Lunch Caf - -
12:25-12:35 Travel - -- -
12:35-13:20 English 216 Martin
13:20-13:30 Travel - -- -
13:30-14:15 Soc Studies 118 Serrano
What’s SOP?
Paige flicked a fingernail over the corner. Standard Operating—
Sophomore.
He chuckled. Do you have a parent outside? There’s a few things we need signed.
No, I walked. I can bring it home.
She held out her hand.
Sorry. I can’t release the documents to a minor. A parent will need to come in.
He seemed a little apologetic in his smile, or was it patronizing?
"Yeah, okay. I suppose you get a lot of kids forging their parents’