GENRE: YA - Contemporary
My sister used to read the ending of a book before she even looked at the first page. She hated guessing, the not knowing of how something would finish. To me the beginning was the best part, the unknown potential of something great.
Mia and Ava. Ava and Mia. Our names interchangeable – similar - and as different as any two people could be, connected in a way impossible to define.
It sickened me how everyone claimed to be Ava’s best friend, their tears and fake sadness almost as bad as the police’s incompetence. Two more girls dying without any suspects or arrests.
Serial killer: the word ominous, evoking a strange sense of narcissism, as if any one of us could be a potential victim, as if we were even the sick bastard’s type.
Ava was his type, and since we shared the same womb and placenta, I’m his type too. The only thing saving me is my love of partying and popularity. He preferred the quiet, socially awkward girls who choose math club to cheerleading.
Girls like my sister
My fingers trailed along the rough edges of lockers, shadows threatening to overtake me. Voices thundered and whispered all around, everyone in their insular bubbles. Lives had returned to normal, but I no longer recognized normality.
How could I care about cheerleading and parties - or school at all - after they found her body broken and alone? I pretended to, somehow hoping to solve the problem before it killed me too.