Title: The Hunt
Genre: YA urban fantasy/paranormal
My phone rang while I was in the tub. Familiar notes from Wild
Cherry's Play That Funky Music drifted into the bathroom and I nearly
slipped trying to get out. Amber. Her ringtone was a reminder of a
night with far too much tequila and more than one photo suitable for
I wrapped a towel around myself and hurried into my adjoining bedroom.
The cool air brought goose bumps to my skin and I shivered. "Hey
"Nothing much." She hesitated but I barely noticed, trying to tie the
towel tighter. It was so not cooperating. "Um Alisha? About
"What is it? Your mom? I can sneak you out-" I jammed the phone
tighter against my ear as water dripped down my back. One way or
another, I'd find a way to spring her free. Going clubbing the first
day of senior year was practically a requirement.
"No it's not that, don't worry." So why did she still sound worried?
"I can't find my ID. You haven't seen it around anywhere, have you?"
Oh crap, crap, double crap. We needed our fakes to get into Poison.
It was the only club worth going.
I took a deep breath and tried to think. "Did you check your purse?"
"Thank you Captain Obvious. Yes, I checked my purse. I checked my
whole damn room too. Maybe it fell out last night; I have a hazy
I cut her off before I'd be asked to explain.