GENRE: YA Paranormal
There's a dead girl in the trunk and all I can think about is how white the trees are. There ain't no street lamps on this stretch of road, but still the trees glow like they're lit from the ground up.
"Not much farther," Jack says. I want to tell him he's driving too fast, to slow down so I can get a better look at the trees, but I know we've got to hurry. This dead girl won't stay dead for long.
"Hey," says Jack, grabbing my knee and squeezing it. I like the way his hand feels there, but I can't tell him so. Jack's five years older than me. Mama says it ain't right, me running around with him all hours. But I like Jack, and I like the way his hand feels on my knee. "You okay, Charlie?"
I smile because he calls me Charlie, and not Charlene. Charlene never did fit me, but only Jack gets that.
"Yeah. I'm alright," I tell him. My fingers itch to reach out and grab his, but I can't. Ain't right, Mama says. And I don't know how Jack would react. That's the worst part.
"You done good tonight. Couldn't a done it without you." It's dark in the car but his smile is lit up by the dash lights. Jack takes his hand and puts it back on the wheel, the ghost of his touch left lingering on my skin.