TITLE: The Whip-Slip
GENRE: YA Fantasy
I was running from vampires.
Maybe robots. Or aliens. Rabid monkeys? Perhaps genetically modified tomatoes? Any of these pursuers would be better than running from the Waltham High School Cornhuskers - worst field hockey team in Codde County, New York.
In their defense, they weren't after me because of an insult to their athletic abilities. I had, in fact, given their captain hives and a nosebleed.
In my defense, it wasn't my fault. It was Hers. Left-Hander, as I called Her. My significant Other. The squatter in my brain that liked to hurt people.
Some people deserve it. No one but me could hear Her, of course. The rate you're going, everyone deserves it, I answered. /I should not be running from bullies at sixteen!
I hurried along my usual path to and from school. I normally ran to school; combination of a testy secondhand alarm clock and the added tick-tocks of cooking frozen breakfast burritos on an outdoor grill (also secondhand, courtesy of our neighbors.) My guardian, "uncle" Trenton, wouldn't spring for a microwave. Or stove repair.
Across the street from school, I cut through the backyard of the first house in a suburban set. I avoided the mutt standing guard behind the second house and leapt the fence to the third.
"Come for tea, Thea?" Mrs. Grisham asked me from her lawn chair. She was my oldest and only friend, ever since we admired the same hippo vest at the local thrift.