Can't Look Away
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Now, strangers online are bashing Torrey. And at her new school, she doesn't know who to trust. Is queen bee Blair only being sweet because of Torrey's internet infamy? What about Raylene, who is decidedly unpopular, but seems accepts Torrey for who she is? And then there's Luis, with his brooding dark eyes, whose family runs the local funeral home. Torrey finds herself drawn to Luis, and his fascinating stories about El Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead.
As the Day of the Dead draws near, Torrey will have to really look at her own feelings about death, and life, and everything in between. Can she learn to mourn her sister out of the public eye?
cats. I’ve just never been around one before. Miranda had a hamster once, but that was the only pet we ever had. It was pretty easy to ignore. Stu, not so much. “Shoo,” I whisper. Stu blinks, but doesn’t budge. I try to look around him to see the computer screen. He tilts his head to one side and stares solemnly at me, once again completely blocking my view of the monitor. Stu — 1, Me — 0. Raylene sighs behind me. “I think Dalmatians are cute,” I remark. I know that comment will annoy Raylene,
she’d throw off her face mask to focus on a high, pop-up foul ball. Everyone in the stands, even me, held their breath while she tried to put her glove in exactly the right spot for that ball to fall into her hands. And it did. Just like that. Everyone let their breath out in one long rush of air and then clapped and cheered like crazy. Especially my dad. “Where were you?” I ask him now. I can never keep up. He travels all the time, going to different banks, doing something with their accounts.
name. A mother and her two children? What terrible thing happened to them in 1938? I can’t stop and wonder. There are newer markings now, less crumbled stone and more polished granite. All have stories. Lives lived and people left behind to grieve. Without warning, the question from Miranda’s game of hide-and-seek breathes through my mind. You’re not coming to find me, are you? But I am. I keep walking, heading directly toward the big tree Luis pointed out. The tombstones get even more modern,
pulling me to a table by the far wall. “We always sit back here,” she says, settling in and then motioning to the chair across from her. I sit where she points. “Where are Emily and Blair?” I ask, surprised neither are in sight. Mia is never alone. “They’re around somewhere.” She shrugs. That makes me more than a little nervous. “They’re coming, right?” “They’re just running late. Besides, this gives us some time to get to know each other better.” She leans toward me. “After all, you’re the
just have no idea how to start. “Those skulls reminded me …” My voice trails off and I pick at my fingernails, looking down at my lap. I glance up and meet his eyes. He nods, trying to encourage me to keep talking. “It just hit me wrong,” I say. His voice is so soft, his eyes so dark. “Maybe it’s not a bad thing to remember.” “Maybe,” I say, but I’m not sure. Remembering hurts. “It was nice of your grandmother and Mrs. Annie Florence to ask me over. I hope I didn’t upset them.” “They’re just