Alona Dare has been living as Lily “Ally” Turner for over a month...and it's not been easy. Besides being trapped in a body so not as good as her original one, she's failing miserably at playing the sister and daughter of people she barely knows. Plus, she can't help but think that Will Killian - the boy she hates to care about - somehow wishes the real Lily were back.
Copyright © 2012 by Stacey Kade
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To my editor, Christian Trimmer:
Thank you for giving me the chance to tell these stories and for helping me make them better than I ever dreamed they could be. I am so grateful to be one of your authors.
Malachi the Magnificent, Consultant to the Stars, had a storefront in a dingy, rundown strip mall between a sketchy-looking Laundromat and a closed-up nail salon with a big, bright orange health department sticker plastered on its door. It couldn't have been less magnificent if he'd tried.
My heart sank. This was the guy we were going to for help on life-and-death matters?
I looked over at Will in the driver's seat. “You're kidding, right?”
“What's wrong?” he asked, making the turn into the crumbling and pothole-filled lot, which was — surprise, surprise — basically empty, even on a warm and sunny Friday afternoon.
“Look at this place! It's about six seconds from being raided by the police… or Health and Sanitation.” I shuddered.
At least Madame Selena had had her own building… about sixteen inches from the edge of the highway, but still. And she had a turban. Say what you will, but it certainly added an air of mystery to her, like what, exactly, she was hiding under it.
“Appearances can be deceiving.” Will looked over at me pointedly.
I shoved her…
I'd been stuck inside Lily Turner's body for almost a month now. My well-intentioned attempt as a spirit to simply borrow her body for the purposes of communicating with the living had backfired in a huge way. And now I had to pretend to be Lily. Or try to, anyway.
I'm an expert at pretending. I spent a lot of years and even more effort convincing people that the perfectly put together and trouble-free Alona Dare they knew and seemingly loved was the real deal instead of a carefully crafted and maintained cover.
But being a whole other person — someone I'd never met — that was a stretch, even with my skills.
I'd read Lily's diary (revoltingly full of naive gushing about Ben Rogers — barf), reviewed the contents of her pathetic closet, and dug into the depths of her medicine cabinet (cheap makeup in the wrong color palette and one bottle of expired antibiotics — boring).
But none of that told me how to
Trauma and brain injury could explain away a lot, but not enough. The Turners had given me space in the beginning to “adjust,” but now, unsurprisingly, Mrs. Turner was pressing for more time, more interaction… just more from me. And I couldn't do it; I couldn't be their Lily even if I wanted to… and in a funny-odd kind of way, I really did.
I didn't blame the Turners, and I didn't want to hurt them — they'd been so patient and nice to me — but I felt like I couldn't breathe with all this pressure. Pressure not only to be Lily Turner but to be the correct Lily Turner, the one they all remembered.
And Will was no help. His experiences with Lily had been mostly at school. He didn't know much of anything about her home life, at least not in enough detail to be useful.
Their friend Joonie might have had more info, given her former crush on Lily, and she'd even called from Boston a couple of times to check on “me” after hearing “I” had woken from the coma. But I'd kept the conversations short and as generically polite as possible, feigning memory loss. She sounded like she was actually doing all right living with her sister, and the last thing I wanted was to say or do anything that might cause her to worry and come rushing back here.
So, in short, this being-Lily thing was a mess. One I needed out of as soon as possible, but definitely before school started back up in a couple of weeks. That was the one thing that could make this situation worse — going back to school as Lily Turner. Or as a freaking junior.