Oliver scribbled notes over the next fifty minutes and understood every word. He wrote melody lines in the margins for fun, and when the teacher walked by, he watched Oliver, nodding. Not impressed, but approving.
The bell rang. Oliver gathered his things.
He saw her.
Half notes swirled in his stomach; a bass clef stuck in his throat.
She glowed, but she didn’t really. She floated, but she didn’t really. Her hair danced while she walked, and it shone.
She was a girl.
No, she was a star—like from outer space. Not the kind in movies.
Oliver gulped down the sensation of drowning. He sat back in his desk, pretended to fumble through his pack for some nonexistent item he desperately needed—anything to make sure she didn’t leave before she—
She left.
Oliver stood, bewildered by the other students, making sure each had been blinded like him.
No one else had noticed.
7
Oliver was wrong; another boy had indeed noticed, and was already several steps ahead.
8
Oliver had never been a large child, but never a small one either; he was just the right size for a boy with no ambition to participate in activities where brute strength was a factor. This should be noted for later.
9
It was another week before Oliver finally gathered his courage and sat next to her. “Hi,” he almost whispered.
“Hello,” replied the girl.
“I’m Oliver.”
“Hello, Olly.”
“Oliver.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Olly,” the girl replied with a surprising amount of terseness.
Oliver frowned, dug his pencil into his desk. “Well? What’s your name?”
The girl leafed through some papers, didn’t bother looking at him when she answered, “Why would you want to know that?”
Oliver blinked. Did people really ask questions like that? He’d figured out girls were weird. This was different.
But her eyes—they were worth some weird. He kept on. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“There are reasons not to want to know me.”
Oliver flashed the most dashing smile he could. “I can’t imagine one.”
“Oh?” sighed the girl, and she stopped leafing through those papers long enough to look at him.
Oliver’s heart froze. There was that feeling again: She wasn’t a girl, she was more than that. She’d be the reason he’d do something incredible, or at least something stupid. There was a sadness in her face he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and it made him instantly angry, like he wanted to punch whatever was responsible.
He opened his mouth to say more—the bell cut him off. The girl’s attention snapped to the front of class.
Oliver clenched his teeth and gave up. “I’ll write you a song!” he almost yelled.
She turned, smiled.
It was something. It was a start.
10
Months passed, and somewhere between lectures the Star Girl spoke up, without prompting on Oliver’s part—a new development. “Will you be attending the party Friday night? The one at Teddy’s?”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “No.”
“I am,” she said in a voice like a swirl of colors.
“So am I. Totally.”
11
Oliver hated parties, and not for the obvious reasons: He didn’t think he was better than the others, or smarter, or destined for greater things. Boredom, on the other hand—it weighed upon him. Parties were terrible. And boring.
So boring.
That night classmates got drunk and Oliver watched it happen. They kissed people they wouldn’t want anyone else knowing about the next morning. Terrible music blasted from the hands of a first-time DJ fancying himself a pro.
“This party sucks!” Oliver said, louder than he meant to.
“Of course it does!” replied Donavon Clemons, grabbing on to Oliver’s arm. “Boring, right? Come on, follow me.”
Oliver begrudgingly followed to the driveway. A half dozen boys stood gathered around the car parked there. It must have had an impressive engine, or paint job, or something. Oliver had no idea. It was loud when the key in it turned.
“Oliver!” Teddy Baker called. He barely looked at him and added, “Didn’t think you’d be around.”
“Hey, Teddy.”
“Good party? Having fun?”
“Sure, I mean—”
“Hot girls all over the place, right?”
“I guess.”
Teddy flipped off the stereo, popped out from the driver’s side. “It sucks.”
“Yeah.”
“I know,” nodded Teddy. “Things’ll get interesting. We’re gonna kill her. Tonight.”
“Kill her?”
“Bryony.”
He didn’t have to say the name. Oliver already knew. “They’ll catch you. You and your friends.”
Teddy nodded, “Sure they will, but why’s that matter? Killing a girl meant to be killed. We did a service, you know? Now no one else has to bother with it. We’re heroes—taking one for the team.”
The other boys smiled, nodded at each other in ways that turned Oliver’s stomach.
“She likes you, Teddy,” said Oliver.
“Even easier, then.”
“No, I mean, she really likes you. Like, you could date her. She’d—”
“Come on, Oliver,” sighed Teddy.
Oliver shook his head, let out a sigh of his own. “Where’s it gonna happen?”
Then Teddy smiled. “The desert. The Dead Rocks. Make it a spectacle, you know? Like a movie.”
“Like a movie,” repeated Oliver. “She trusts me.”
“Yep.”
“She’ll go if I take her.”
“That’s what me and the guys were thinking.”
Oliver scanned over the group, saw it in their eyes that they’d killed her already. He took a breath. “Yeah, ok. I’ll see you guys out there. The Dead Rocks?”
“The Dead Rocks.”
12
It wasn’t hard, luring Bryony. “Teddy Baker will be there,” Oliver told her. “Said he wants to ask you something.”
“About . . . the dance?” Her excitement was painful, beautiful the way it burst.
Star Girl.
“That’s the rumor,” Oliver half-smiled. He held open the car door, waved her in.
And like that, they were off to the murder.
13
It was a mistake, stopping too close to the Dead Rocks.
“Oh, look!” The Star Girl gasped. “Do you really think—”
“Quiet!” Oliver snapped back.
She asked three questions that night.
“Why are they carrying sheets?”
Oliver shrugged, bit his tongue. “Making banners, I’d guess. Teddy said he was gonna make it like a movie. Asking you to the dance, I mean.”
“And shovels?”
Oliver cleared his throat. “Heard of the Nazca lines? Things you can’t see until you’re way up high? Like, in a helicopter high. Teddy said he wanted to ask you there big. Maybe something like that?”
The Star Girl nodded, understanding.
“What about those barrels? And the fire?”
“Fireworks,” replied Oliver, and even he was surprised at how natural the lie came out.
“Oh.”
Lies were heavy, Oliver learned. They stacked upon each other, until Oliver did the only thing he knew how.
“Wait here,” Oliver said.
He got out of the car.
14
“Hey, Teddy.”
“Olly, what’s up? Where’s Bryony?”
“Back in the car. She thinks you’re gonna ask her to the dance.”
“Classic! We’re almost ready, so get her, huh?”
“Yeah. About that.”
Sometimes there just had to be blood, and Oliver swung with every ounce. His fist connect
ed with Teddy’s face. He felt his knuckles crack; a vision-blurring spark of pain shot up his arm.
A second swing; Oliver didn’t feel anything at all.
The third swing Teddy’s jaw gave way.
“Speak to her again! Say a word to her again! See what happens!” Oliver screamed in Teddy Baker’s bleeding ear.
After that Oliver swung in eighth notes. He lost count how many times.
15
Someone told.
The suspension was supposed to last three days - just the right amount of time for Oliver to finish the song he promised her.
On the third day, he received a letter from school.
Apparently, Teddy Baker’s father wasn’t happy with the way his son’s face looked and he’d made a ruckus.
Apparently, that was enough.
Oliver’s three-day suspension became permanent expulsion.
Oliver changed schools, to one where they didn’t have music classes.
He never saw the Star Girl again.
16
Oliver grew older; he wondered if she was still alive.
He thought she probably was.
THE END?
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Little Dead Red—The Wolf is roaming the city, and he must be stopped. In this modern day retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf takes to the city streets to capture his prey, but the hunter is close behind him. With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted.
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BIOGRAPHY
Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.
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