Dead Girl in Love by Linda Joy Singleton

Author:Linda Joy Singleton [Singleton, Linda Joy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mothers and Daughters, Family, Social Issues, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Identity, Identity (Psychology), Multigenerational, Love & Romance, Friendship, Horror & Ghost Stories, Juvenile Nonfiction, teen, Death & Dying, Religion, Grandmothers, Best Friends, youth, Future Life, singleton, dead girl, Mothers and Daughteres, flux
ISBN: 9780738714073
Google: MQ7O073KADkC
Amazon: 0738714070
Publisher: Flux
Published: 2008-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

I was more than Alyce, more than myself, more than human.

Everything was different, as if I’d left a well-marked highway for uncharted roads with unknown destinations. But there was also a sense of homecoming, too.

When I’d stepped into Alyce’s body yesterday, adjusting to ordinary things like brushing my hair and putting on clothes made me feel like a toddler taking first steps. But this experience wasn’t bound by flesh or gravity. I wasn’t sure whether I was beside, above, or inside Alyce as I was swept inside her memories—part voyeur, part companion.

Her long black hair danced in a thick braid, like a wild snake trying to catch us as we ran through the kitchen and hid under the table. It was strange how this table seemed so large, as if it had doubled in size since that afternoon.

“It’s not the table that grew,” I realized as a new awareness of self settled over me. Alyce and I were together in her little girl body, giggling with impish delight. She was much younger, maybe four. This memory must have happened before we met.

“I see you!” a man’s voice rang out, laughing.

Then I heard a chair being moved and felt myself lifted into strong arms.

“Daddy! You cheated!” Alyce cried, pretending to be mad, but her giggles gave her away.

“You always hide under the table,” he said.

“Next time I’ll hide in my closet and you won’t find me.”

“It’s a deal,” the stocky man with sideburns and a nice smile told us. Our skinny arms reached around to hug this nice father.

He lifted us to his shoulders and piggy-backed us into the living room.

“Would you like me to read you a story, Ally-kitten?”

“Yes, yes!” we exclaimed, settling onto his lap and feeling comfortable and so happy.

“Which book do you want?”

“About the big sister,” we told him.

“That one again? Aren’t you tired of it yet?” He laughed as he reached for a green book.

“Again! Again!” we exclaimed, and I felt eager along with Alyce to hear this story that was her favorite.

It was a really nice story, too, about a little girl who was teaching her baby sister colors by blowing up a rainbow of balloons, then flying off for a magical balloon a ride in the sky. When the father finished, Alyce and I shouted out “Again!” So he closed the book, flipped back to the first page, and started over.

It was strange how while I became Alyce at this young age, a part of me knew I was still Amber, too, like a ghost of myself was hovering outside the memory. I wondered if this memory would show me how to me help the future Alyce.

I’d never met Alyce’s father, but I knew that’s who was reading to us. I liked how easily he laughed and his relaxed, playful manner. He seemed like the kind of loving dad who would always be there, so what had gone wrong? He sent Alyce gift cards packed with money and had set up a college trust fund for her, but he never visited.

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