GENRE: YA thriller
I coiled my hair into a loose bun and strained to get any breeze possible through the open window. With the A/C busted, the car felt like a freaking oven.
Mom lowered the shade against the glare of the blazing Arizona sun. After inspecting every mirror available for non-existent oncoming traffic, she eased the car into the two-lane street. "So, do you want to take another look at your new school?"
"Nope." Tomorrow was soon enough. Given half a chance, I'd be back in Detroit, starting tenth grade with my friends. Well, the remaining ones. Most of them had gone, leaving behind memories and foreclosed houses, just like us. Poor mom. She had loved our little ranch home. Now worry lines furrowed her once smooth forehead, and I'd swear that was white hair I could see among her auburn curls.
“Hey! What the—” Mom slammed the brakes. Considering she'd been doing twenty, all I felt was the slight tug of the seat belt.
I followed her wide-eyed gaze. An elderly woman stood in front of the car. Coils of silvery-gray hair escaped an orange, fringed scarf and tumbled over a thin, leathery brown face. A loose red tunic over a bright blue embroidered skirt completed her outfit. She must be the most colorful creature I'd seen in this dreary mining town.