TITLE: Faking Survival
GENRE: Contemporary YA
My sister never conformed to the traditions of minor holidays she couldn’t find a real purpose in. She never wore red or pink on Valentine’s Day or green on St. Patrick’s Day. Not even blue or yellow. And despite being twenty-one years old, she didn’t get drunk and wear a revealing costume on Halloween under the pretense that, well, it’s Halloween.
But apparently this year she decided to participate in Spring Cleaning.
By getting rid of me.
Okay, her actual words were, “I’m leaving.” But as I stared at her through the dim light from our lamps on the long table between our twin beds, it felt like the same thing. We didn’t share a room when there were two and a half empty ones in our house because it made life more fun or something.
“What do you mean?” I asked as my intestines tightened themselves into a knot. Dayna couldn’t mean what it sounded like she meant.
Rule number one was very simple: We never leave each other.
Not exactly open for interpretation.
Plus, we made a pinky promise, back when I was eleven. A couple days after my twin brothers left for college and the first night my father came into our room, shoved us off our beds. The night he stopped being Dad and became my father. I shook while Dayna held her bruised head and made me lock my pinky with hers. Contracts were something I’d vaguely learned about in school. But pinky promises—those were everything.