When We Wake
Karen Healey
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0316200778
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
My name is Tegan Oglietti, and on the last day of my first lifetime, I was so, so happy.
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Me. Zaneisha finished the afternoon with a pop quiz, including a couple of questions she hadn’t actually covered in the session. “If anyone threatens you with a weapon and tells you to get into a vehicle, what would you do?” she asked. I thought back to the one compulsory self-defense class I’d taken at school. You were supposed to give someone your wallet if you were mugged—your money wasn’t worth your life. “Cooperate,” I said confidently. “No. Scream. Run in a zigzag. Draw as much.
Fishing, and I caught one, and then I screamed and screamed when I realized the fish would die. “It’s all right,” a voice soothed. A woman’s voice, I thought, with a faint accent I couldn’t place. “You’ve been sedated. It’s wearing off.” “Can’t see,” I choked. “Only light.” “Your vision should clear soon. My name is Dr. Carmen. Do you remember your name?” Did I? “Tegan,” I said, relieved. “Tegan Oglietti. What happened?” “Your date of birth, Tegan?” “December 17, 2010.” There was a slight.
Said. “I’m not sure that—” “Shhh!” I could hear the distinctive rumble of a truck approaching. The cats set up their screeching again, and we moved deeper into the alley. Even back that far, we could hear the gates open. “Tegan,” Bethari whispered. “Look!” On the screen, the footage of the parking lot showed the gates opening and the truck driving in. The picture on the side of the truck declared it a humanure collector. “This is not a compost-treatment plant,” Bethari said. “Holy crap,” I.
Players into a huddle around the goal and then sent them on their way. There was some complicated passing, and then a knot of boys opened to reveal one in its midst, one foot poised on the ball. The shirts team pounded toward him, but he took his time, gauged the distance, and kicked. The ball flew true between the other team’s sun hats. Abdi joined in the cheering of his teammates. I cheered, too, and at the sound of my voice, he turned to me. He was smiling, bright and triumphant. Not that.
Had the absolutely genius idea to replace forty percent of the plot with “something else, I promise it’ll be really cool.” Thanks also to the Little, Brown crew for many things, including beignets and karaoke, and the Allen and Unwin crew for many things, including gossip and Friday-night drinks. I started listing the names of the awesome people who made me welcome in Australia, and then I went on for two paragraphs, so I’ll just say: You know who you are, and thank you all. For material.