Can't Look Away
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Now, strangers online are bashing Torrey. And at her new school, she doesn't know who to trust. Is queen bee Blair only being sweet because of Torrey's internet infamy? What about Raylene, who is decidedly unpopular, but seems accepts Torrey for who she is? And then there's Luis, with his brooding dark eyes, whose family runs the local funeral home. Torrey finds herself drawn to Luis, and his fascinating stories about El Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead.
As the Day of the Dead draws near, Torrey will have to really look at her own feelings about death, and life, and everything in between. Can she learn to mourn her sister out of the public eye?
around and join me at the table. She sits still, fiddling with a spoon in front of her. She seems so far away. I want to tell her I miss her and that I don’t want to be alone anymore, but I can’t push those words out past the big lump in my throat. I pour the milk on my cereal and take a big bite. When I speak again, I try to keep my voice casual. “Dad and I were talking about me getting my driver’s license. All my driving hours will transfer from Colorado. I checked. All I have to do is take
“They don’t sell that one here. It’s special. Not like your stupid earrings or eye shadows,” she snapped. “Miranda, please,” I said. “Zoe is waiting. Come on.” Miranda scowled and stomped off to park herself on a bench, digging through her backpack for her sketch pad. Zoe came out a shop door with an armful of bags, wearing a purple tee and capris. She piled the purchases on the ground next to my feet, then dug around in her Coach bag for her pink flip cam. “Where’s Miranda?” I make a
more at ease. Meanwhile, Mia is scoping out my room. She turns around slowly, her hands on her hips. “Big change from your bedroom back in Colorado,” she says. “No pink. No pillows. No designer duvet.” I shrug. “I don’t see the sense in spending a lot of effort decorating a rental. We’ll be moving soon anyway,” I say. But I have no idea if this is true or not. I point to the two wooden ladder chairs. “We’ll film against that blank wall. I’ll keep the shot tight and focus on your faces.” For
when we both kept getting stuck in the drifts in front of our house. I pulled her out and we laid flat on our stomachs on the top of the snow, breathing hard and laughing until we both had sore throats from the freezing air. She was” — I think — “ten or so?” Luis is quiet, listening, and I keep talking. “I remember her first few steps. She was so little. I held her hand and her tiny fingers wrapped so tightly around mine I was amazed at her strength. “I remember her first day of school, when
the baton seamlessly rolls across the top of the other leg. She repeats it several times and I watch in amazement as the baton twirls around and around her legs. “She did it.” Ross sounds just as amazed as I must look. Raylene bows and he gives her a standing ovation, whistling wildly between two fingers. “Wow,” I say, stunned, clapping. Ross looks out toward the football field and past Raylene. “Sorry, I have to go to practice, but you were great.” He tramps down the bleachers to give