RULES FOR VANISHING x WILDER GIRLS When bad girl Annie is sent to Camp Wesley, a remote mountain rehabilitation center for delinquent teens, surviving the Taser-wielding staff is priority one. But the surrounding woods are keeping dark secrets, and when Annie learns the camp’s past may be more troubled than its campers, she’ll have to decide whether it’s safer to stay at Wesley, or face what’s in the trees.
It’s my mom’s fault I’m taking her car for a joyride.
She’s been staying at her boyfriend’s since our latest blowout and just broke our two-day silence with a text: You’re on the thinnest ice of your life.
No I’m sorry. No Are you okay?
I chucked the phone against the wall. Then I stalked to the garage to find something to jimmy her liquor cabinet open with. And that’s when I found it, nestled in a box of nails and duct tape: the fob to her prized Mercedes Roadster.
When I press the unlock button, the car chirps, its blinking lights a beckoning wink.
Come and get me.
Mom’s face flashes before me—the one plastered on billboards and busses, her dazzling white teeth eight feet across. Lori Bennet, the People’s Choice for News in the Northwest. Her giant lips part. Don’t even think about it, Annie. But the billboard ad curls, its glue-gummed paper peeling away like rotting flesh.
I slide into the creamy leather seat. When I press the ignition button, the dashboard lights up into cat’s eyes, the engine growling into a sultry purr.
The garage door rattles open and I back out too fast, jerking down the driveway and scraping onto the street. I weave through our darkened neighborhood, the gearshift humming under my palm. For a single, glorious moment, it’s like I’m the only person alive.