Isobel Bird - Circle Of Three - 13 by And It Harm None

Author:And It Harm None [None, And It Harm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-09-09T23:21:04.075000+00:00

“I think that is how it is a lot of the time,” Becka told her. “He always says that the trick to writing is to

come up with really interesting characters and then let them live their lives.”

Annie thought about this as they came to the end of the path. Were Grayson Dunning’s characters living

out lives that had been predestined for them when he created them? Was he like some big god, creating

people and then watching them do whatever it was they had to do, and writing about it? Were she and all

her friends doing the same thing, living out lives that had been selected for them by someone else? These

weren’t new questions for her, but she was thinking about them in a new way.

They emerged from the path and walked back toward the fountain. The skateboarders were still there.

They’d set up a jump using an old board and some milk crates, and they were taking turns riding up it

and launching themselves into the air. They looked like big, awkward birds when they left the ramp, their

long arms flailing as they tried to maintain control over their boards. Then they landed, sometimes falling

and sometimes triumphantly raising their hands in the air as their friends cheered. But even when they fell

they had smiles on their faces, smiles filled with the thrill of freedom and—for a brief moment—flying.

But are they really free? Annie wondered.

“That must have been one tough expedition,” said a voice. “You lost all your gear.”

It was the guy from the fountain again. He was walking beside them. He’d found a cigarette somewhere

and was smoking it, holding it in the corner of his mouth while he talked. The smoke trickled out and

swirled around his head like bugs around an electric light.

“We got hungry,” Becka told him. “It was a long walk.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” the guy asked her.

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“Maybe,” responded Becka. “Maybe not.”

The guy nodded. “Well, if you’re all done playing Lara Croft, maybe you can help me out.”

“Sorry,” Annie said. “We told you—we don’t smoke.”

“It’s not cigarettes I’m after,” said the guy. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled

piece of paper. He unfolded it, smoothed it out, and held it up. “I’m looking for this girl.”

On the paper was a rough sketch of Mallory. Annie was shocked to see it.

“This is my sister,” the guy said. “Her name is Mallory. She ran away from home a little over a year ago.

Followed some guy. We’ve been looking for her ever since.”

Annie looked from the sketch to the guy’s face. She remembered that Sasha had told them Mallory was

running away from a guy who wanted to hurt her. Was this him? Or was he someone who wanted to help

her?

“My name is Derek Lowell,” the guy told her, smiling sadly. “I’ve been tracking her from town to town.

I know she came here about ten days ago, but that’s where the trail ends. No one has seen her.” He

paused, looking away. When he looked back he had a sad expression on his face.

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