I let out a silent gasp. But I didn’t move.
I stayed tucked in a tight ball, my head buried in my arms, my eyes shut tight.
No, you didn’t see me, I thought, praying hard. You can’t see me. I’m invisible.
“Where? Where’d she go?” The man’s voice sounded breathless, desperate. I heard him start to cough, a long, wheezing cough.
“Next yard,” his partner replied. “I think I saw her go around that garage.”
“Take the front. I’ll try the back.” More coughing.
Then silence.
Yes. Yes.
I wanted to cry out, to leap out of the little house and jump for joy.
But I stayed wrapped up tightly, holding on to myself, holding myself together.
I don’t know how long I remained curled up like that. It might have been only a few seconds. It might have been an hour.
I stayed until my body stopped trembling. Until my head stopped throbbing. Until the red flashes before my eyes dimmed to black.
I stayed until the silence became too loud to bear.
And when I climbed out of the little house, stretching my cramped muscles, raising my hands high over my head, I had a plan.
My car waited for me in the student parking lot behind the high school. My little red Civic. The only car in the narrow asphalt lot.
I had forgotten about it after school. In my excitement of following Lucy to the woods to switch bodies, I had completely forgotten that I had driven to school.
Was that really this afternoon? I asked myself.
It seemed as if it had happened days and days ago.
This has been the longest day of my life, I told myself. And the saddest.
My eyes darted over the empty parking lot. For some reason I felt like a criminal. Stealing my own car.
I usually kept my car keys in my jeans pocket. But I was wearing Lucy’s clothes. Luckily, I kept a spare key hidden in one of those little magnetic cases under the fender.
I pulled open the door and slid behind the wheel.
I glanced tensely into the rearview mirror. I expected the two police officers to jump out from behind the school building.
But there was no one around.
My hand trembled as I slid the key into the ignition and started up the car. The hum of the engine sounded soothing. I sat there for a while, listening to the car, running my hands over the cool steering wheel.
“Lucy, I’m coming,” I said out loud. “I’m going to find you now, Lucy. You won’t get away.”
I felt a little better, a little calmer, a little more confident as I switched on the headlights, then backed the little car out of the parking space.
A few seconds later I had eased past the side of the school and turned sharply onto Park Drive. A bright spotlight on the front of the school building cast a white cone of light over the bare flagpole. I caught a glimpse of a maroon and white banner, proclaiming GO, TIGERS! over the front doors.
I’m going to drive around town till I find Lucy, I vowed to myself. I’ll drive to all of her hangouts. I’ll drive everywhere she’s ever been.
I won’t give up. I’ll find her. I’ll get my real body back.
And I’ll force her to tell me why she tricked me like this.
“Lucy, I thought you were my friend,” I murmured out loud, easing through a stop sign. “How could you hate me so much? How could you hate me enough to want me to take the blame for your parents’ murders?”
As I drove to my house, I tried to think back. Tried to think of something I had said to her, something I had done to her to make Lucy hate me.
But I drew a blank. I couldn’t think of a thing.
We had always been so close. So honest with each other. If one of us was angry, we would tell the other. We would never keep it inside.
The dark houses and lawns whirred past in a blur of blacks and grays. I gripped the wheel tightly in both hands. It felt so solid, so real. I gripped it as if holding on to the real world. I had the strong feeling that if I let go of the wheel, I’d slip away, slip out of the car, into a dark, unreal world and be lost forever.
I cut the lights as I pulled to the curb in front of my house. If Lucy was home, I didn’t want her to see me coming. I wanted to surprise her.
But I saw no car in the driveway. The porchlight was on, and the spotlight over the front lawn. My parents always left those lights on when they were away.
“Where are you?” I murmured out loud, peering at the dark windows. “Where are you this late at night? Lucy, I need my body back.”
I suddenly found myself wondering if Lucy had been able to fool my parents. Did they think she was Nicole? Did they think that I was with them? That nothing had changed?
I clicked on the headlights and eased away from the curb.
I’m not going to sit here, asking questions I can’t answer, I told myself. I’m going to drive until I find Lucy.
I cruised through town, gripping the wheel tightly. Wherever I drove, Lucy’s face floated in the windshield in front of me.
I’ll find you. I’ll find you. I’ll find you. The vow became a chant in my mind.
I tried friends’ houses without success.
I drove past my house a second time. A third time. Still dark.
I tried Alma’s Coffee Shop, a little place where she sometimes hung out. No sign of her.
Each time I failed, I grew a little calmer, a little angrier, a little stronger and more determined to find her.
When I finally did track her down, I was ready.
She was sitting in a booth at the back of Pete’s Pizza, a favorite hangout for Shadyside High kids at the Division Street Mall.
I had spotted her through the glass doors.
I stopped and stared. Stared at my body, sitting there with two other girls. Lucy in my body, talking and laughing, as if nothing terrible had happened.
I recognized Margie Bendell and Hannah Franks sitting across from Lucy. They were all playfully tugging at a slice of pizza, the last piece on the tray. Lucy plucked off the top layer of cheese and tossed it at Margie.
I don’t believe this! I thought, leaning against the glass doorway, staring at the three of them, staring at Lucy in my body.
Lucy laughing. Lucy having a great time.
While I lived a nightmare.
While I lived the nightmare she had created.
I could feel the anger flood my body, until I felt that I might explode into a million pieces. I grabbed the restaurant door, shoved it open, and stormed inside.
A waitress flashed me a startled look as I bumped her from behind and kept moving. “Excuse me!” she shouted sarcastically.
I barely heard her. My eyes were on Lucy. Lucy in my body. Lucy laughing with Margie and Hannah as she tore off a section of the pizza slice and stuffed it into her mouth.
I strode past a table of other kids I knew from school. One of them called out “Hi!” but I didn’t reply.
Margie and Hannah sat across from each other. Margie turned as I stepped up to the booth. “Nicole! Hi!” she cried in surprise.
How does she know I’m Nicole? I asked myself.
I quickly answered my own question. Lucy told her. Lucy told that we switched bodies.
Margie and Hannah both know.
Just another broken promise of Lucy’s. Just another lie she told me.
But why? I wondered. Why did Lucy tell them?
Lucy is a murderer. Why would she want these two girls to know that she isn’t really Nicole? Why would she want them to know that she’s hiding in my body?
“Nicole—what’s up?” Hannah asked, tossing her cornrow braids behind her shoulders. She flashed me a smile. But the smile faded as she caught my troubled expression.
“Nicole—are you okay?” Margie demanded.
“No. No. I’m not okay,” I told her. “I—I have to talk to Lucy.”
Both girls gaped at me in surprise.
“But Lucy isn’t here!” Margie declared.
I turned to Lucy’s seat.
She was gone.