It's All Your Fault by Rudnick Paul

Author:Rudnick, Paul [Rudnick, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-01-28T08:00:00+00:00

Of course Heller hadn’t bothered to thank me or hug me or see if I was okay. Instead she’d done what she always did: She ran away. Just the way four years ago after she’d almost gotten me killed, I’d never heard from her. Just the way she’d left New Jersey and headed to California to become a star, leaving everyone else—and especially me—behind to clean up her mess.

I’d saved Heller in the arena and I was going to track her down and not just make her behave, oh no. My job, and my confidence level, were way beyond that. I was going to find Heller and I was going to force her to finish promoting the movie, and then I was going to dump her, the way she’d dumped me. She was hopeless. She was beyond true salvation. I was going to do my job, as a righteous Christian, and then I would send her to Hades, where Satan would say, “Welcome home.”

Only first I had to find her.

I ran, pushing my way through the mobs of Angel Warriors and up an escalator—yes! Even though escalators still scared me I didn’t just grab the rubber railings and hope for the best—I took the escalator two steps at a time, while they were moving! I saw daylight and I moved toward it and then I was outside in the cool early evening air in the middle of New York City. On my trip so far I’d always been inside limos or vans or buildings, so for the first time I was facing the city itself.

People were hurtling in every direction and cars and trucks and buses seemed to be aiming right at one another as all of the drivers leaned out their windows to shake their fists and curse. Other people were riding bicycles and skateboards and weaving in and out of traffic on both the streets and the sidewalks, just to cause even more cursing.

New York City was everything that terrified me and it instantly triggered my shortness of breath and my brain frenzy. When I shut my eyes for a few seconds to eliminate at least one of my senses, I felt someone brush past me and reach inside my Dastroid tunic to either grope me or to see if I was carrying anything worth stealing. My eyes shot open and I ran, immediately crashing into three more people; the first one asked, “Are you okay?” while the second one said, “Excuse me” and the third one muttered, “Fucking tourists.”

As my eyes darted everywhere and I could feel the panic rising in my chest and cutting off my supply of oxygen, I began to wonder if I was too young to be having a heart attack and I remembered why my parents had forbidden me to research extreme medical conditions online, because as my mom had said, “You’ll either think you have them or you’ll want to.” I caught a glimpse of Heller’s now grimy linen tunic from at least two blocks away.

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