Book 1 of the On the Run Trilogy!
Being a teenage girl is hard enough, but it's harder for Jackie since she's on the run from the US government.
Jackie Robinson's just trying to keep herself (and her two older brothers and dad) alive. She's trying t...
It's Friday. It's been a week since my purple strobe vision and two weeks since I moved here.
Last weekend, I was invited to go to the theater with Tyler. The play is tonight. I'm worried about what's going to happen there. I'm going, and I feel weird about it.
My father never did anything about me going to play baseball with the guys, and he's letting me go to this thing with Tyler alone. I'm not sure what's going on with him. He's let up his constant need to control my every move. Maybe Andrew or Noah said something to him, but they haven't told me. I like my freedom, but it just feels wrong...
It's like I can't say no to Tyler, no matter how hard I try. I tried to distance myself from him because I'll just leaven this town soon anyway, but he won't let me. It's like I'm under some kind of spell, and I just can't shake myself out of it. I think the vision was a warning, but I'm not too sure yet.
Parker has been giving me the silent treatment. It's better this way. I shouldn't get involved with so many people. It will only hurt more when I leave them.
Dad isn't home yet and Noah went out with some friends after school, so it's just me and Andrew at home right now. Around six, I shower and get ready to go out.
I come out wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Andrew looks up from his book on the couch.
"No," he says. "Absolutely not."
I raise my eyebrow in confusion.
"You're going to the theater," he says. "Also, this is kind of a date. You can't just wear pants!"
I give him a look. "There's no way I'm wearing a skirt."
He smiles an evil smile. "Oh yes, you are."
I sigh. "Is there any way I can get out of this?"
He shakes his head and goes down to the hall, probably to my room. I hang my head and follow him, begrudgingly.
Andrew kind of took on the parent role when Mom died. He was only nine, but he really stepped up. He learned how to cook and clean quickly since Dad went into a dark place when he shut out the world. Noah didn't mature that way. He was (and still is) a goofy teenage guy. Andrew grew up too fast, but he was forced to.
He goes through my closet and turns to stare at me when he looks at all the clothes hanging up: t-shirts, shorts, and jeans.
"I swear, Jackie..." he sighs as he shakes his head.
He eyes a box at the bottom of the closet and points at it. He turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow.
I nod with a sigh. Yes, that's where I hide all of my dress clothes.
He kneels and digs through the box. He pulls out an outfit and a pair of flats.
"This is perfect," he says. "When you get dressed, let me see, and then we'll cover your scarring."
I nod. This outfit looks ridiculous.
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