Miracle Girls: A Novel by Anne Dayton & May Vanderbilt

Author:Anne Dayton & May Vanderbilt [Dayton, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

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“There’s nothing to do around here,” Zoe moans, draped over her bed on her back. She places her arm over her eyes dramatically, like she’s starring in some lame TV drama. Two weeks without school always seems like a really great idea at the beginning, but the truth is, Christmas break gets kind of boring. Once all the excitement of the holiday is over, there’s just not that much to do.

“This town is so boring.” Christine is splayed out on Zoe’s beanbag chair. We’re all munching on stale candy corn that Zoe pulled out from under her bed, and the tasteless waxy candy only adds to our malaise.

“So there’s no big town celebration or anything?” I ask, but Christine shakes her head. Her cherry-red hair fans out. It didn’t used to bother me to spend New Year’s Eve at home, watching the ball drop on TV with Maria, but I’m not a baby anymore. There has to be something better to do in this town.

“Nothing. This place is so dull.” She tosses a handful of candy corn into her mouth and makes a face. “Your church isn’t doing anything, Ana?”

“No.” I sigh. Though that would have been perfect. “The youth pastor is away visiting his in-laws, and we don’t even have youth group over the Christmas break.”

I stare up at the ceiling, which has those ugly sparkly bits in the cottage-cheesey plaster. The uneven brown carpet is pressing into my back, but I can’t bring myself to move.

“Zoe? What about your church?” I ask out of desperation.

“No way. They do some weird service out under the redwoods, but trust me, we do not want to go to that.” She tosses a candy corn into the air and tries to catch it in her mouth, but it bounces off her cheek and lands on the lavender bedspread. She leaves it there and tries again. “There’s chanting involved.”

“We could hang out at my house with The Bimbo and The Bimbot,” Christine laughs. “You know, make macaroni necklaces and stay up until nine.” Zoe and I both know she’s not serious, so we don’t even bother to answer. It seems like too much work.

“If only one of us could drive.” Of course I don’t know where we’d even go, but still, driving around would be better than this. How can a whole town have nothing going on? “What’s everyone else doing? It’s not like we’re the only three highs-schoolers in Half Moon Bay.” I reach my hand into the candy bag.

“Everyone else is skiing,” Zoe says. I realize she may be right. With some of the best skiing in the country only a few hours away in Tahoe, many families take off for their mountain cabins this time of year. It was the same in San Jose, but my parents aren’t exactly the outdoorsy type, so I’ve never been. Zoe’s never said anything about it, but I kind of suspect money is tight for her family, which explains why they’re sticking around, and Christine .

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