TITLE: Personal Effects
GENRE: Contemporary Young Adult
My cell on the passenger seat is like a bomb ready to explode. Or like one of those electric collars they put on dogs. But an hour up the Turnpike, I don’t even flinch at the passing trooper. I got away.
So many things could have gone wrong this week. Pendergrast could have demanded the money early. Dad could have wanted to glare while I handed it in. Shauna’s mom could have caught a whiff of us-up-to-something, and Shauna would have cracked before I even got out of town.
Now Dad won’t know I’m gone until tonight, too late to race after me. And this time I won’t be in range before he’s blown off some steam.
It felt good to hit someone.
I couldn’t say that out loud, but it was the truth.
After months of digging my fingers into my palms, weeks of going numb to avoid the fight, it felt amazing to let loose and beat the sh** out of someone. Even if I got banged up. Even if I got suspended. Worth it.
That first perfect punch was in slow motion, a hazy comet trail following my fist all the way to Pinscher’s face. One beat of frozen shock. Then his nose exploded with a crunch like smashing crusty ice with your foot. Blood flooded Pinscher’s mouth and chin, making him sputter, dripping red all over his crisp white shirt. Maybe the blood should have made me stop, or at least pause, but it didn’t.