Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci

Author:Cecil Castellucci [Castellucci, Cecil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical, Adult, Young Adult
ISBN: 9780545283205
Google: 6bayxcEaUHYC
Amazon: B003TO5Z8G
Barnesnoble: B003TO5Z8G
Goodreads: 8589272
Publisher: Scholastic Press
Published: 2010-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The Rock

Maurice was already standing in the street with his arm in the air, waving down a yellow cab.

“Can’t we walk?” I said.

“Through Central Park?” Callisto said.

“At night?” Caitlin asked.

“Don’t worry. I have money,” Maurice said, and we piled into the taxi.

I was squashed in the middle, trying to keep it together.

I’d thought Yrena was my friend. And now instead of having fun, she had put me in a bad situation—without even saying good-bye. I was going to be in a lot of trouble if I didn’t find her.

I had never been in trouble before, not really. I was a pretty good girl—not the Goody Two-ballet-shoes in Daisy’s mind, but not the kind of girl who got into the trouble I was imagining that I was going to be facing if I didn’t find Yrena and bring her back home.

I tried to calculate just how much trouble I could possibly get in. Probably a lot of trouble. So much trouble that I would be grounded forever. So much trouble that I wouldn’t get to go to college. So much trouble that I would likely have to live at home for the rest of my life and never be allowed to go on a date and end up as an old maid.

After all, I’d lost a whole human being.

I glanced out the window as we weaved in and out of traffic. The streetlights illuminated parts inside the cab. My hands. Callisto’s face. Maurice’s hair. Caitlin’s earrings.

“Can you go faster?” I asked the cab driver.

Even though I’d lived in New York City my whole life, I didn’t know where I was. Somewhere on the East Side, going downtown, was all I knew. If you’d asked me to point to it on a map, I would have failed.

I adjusted myself, trying to settle in. But I couldn’t relax. The pressure of trying to be cool in front of Maurice, Caitlin, and Callisto, who were acting like they actually liked me, was killing me.

“Why does your face look like that?” Maurice asked. I was squashed up next to him and he massaged my shoulders, like we did to one another in the warm-up exercise in the one acting class we had to take. Usually it felt nice, but now I was freaking out. “That’s how you look in dance class.”

“Like what?” I asked. But as I spoke, I realized that I had been holding my face in a grimace. No matter how I spun it, I knew it didn’t look very pretty.

I knew that I was not very pretty.

“All angry or something,” Maurice said. “Your face gets all frozen.”

I didn’t know if I liked the fact that he’d noticed my face in class. Or that I even did the face in class. It struck me that I felt that same mix of angry at myself and totally terrified whenever I was overwhelmed and out of my comfort zone.

There was no space outside. On one side of the street, buildings were pressed up next to one another, block after block.

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