TITLE: Alli's playground
GENRE: YA dystopian
You were dead to us the moment they touched you. My mother's final words to me echo in my brain despite the years since they were so calmly spoken and it takes everything I have to push them aside. I can't afford to wallow.
I look up. Straight into Peter's eyes. They're more hazel than green today, the brown reflecting off his brand new school sweater. It's the same as mine. Almost. His sleeves are pushed up at the elbows. He grins. A confident curve of his mouth that flashes his dimples. "Good luck."
My stomach, already teetering on the edge, flips into a full roll. "You too," I mumble, and drag my gaze away. I could get lost in those eyes and I need my wits about me today.
We are not in this together.
It's me who Verity, Peter's mother and the woman I owe everything to, is so worried about. Alli needs to fit in. She didn't know I'd overheard her whispered conversation but fitting in is the least I can do for her. All I have to do is enter the classroom, get through the introductions and keep my head down.
At least I hope it will be as soon as my escorts move along. Every second I wait makes the ball of nerves in my stomach expand, filling my chest until it's hard to breathe.