Gone (Gone #1)(3)

"You can't tell us what to do" Belligerent, but not sure of himself, not sure he was right.

"You're right, liltle dude. Bui look, how about we all try and keep it together till we figure out what's going on?" Sam said.

"You keep it together," the kid yelled. The other one hooted again, and off they went.

"I guess it would be wrong to ask them to bring me a Twix," Sam muttered.

"Fifteen," Astrid said.

"No, man, they were, like, ten," Quinn said.

"Not them. The kids in my class. Jink and Michael. They were both math whizzes, better than me, but they had LDs— learning disabilities, dyslexia—that kept them back. They were both a little older. I was the only fourteen-year-old."

"I think maybe Josh was fifteen, in our class," Sam said.

"So?"

"So he was fifteen, Quinn. He lust . . . just disappeared. Blink and he was gone."

"No way," Quinn said, shaking his head."Every adult and older kid in the whole school just disappears? That makes no sense."

"It's not just the school," Astrid said. "What?" Quinn snapped at her. "The phones and the TV?" Astrid said. "No, no, no, no, no," Quinn said He was shaking his head, half smiling, like he'd been told a bad joke. "My mom," Sam said.

"Man, stop this," Quinn said. "All right? It's not funny." For the first time Sam felt the edge of panic, like a tingling at the base of his spine. His heart was thumping in his chest, laboring as if he'd been running.

Sam swallowed hard. He sucked al the air, unable to take more than shallow breaths. He looked at his friend's face. He'd never seen Quinn so scared. Qu inn's eyes were behind shades, but his mouth quivered, and a pink stain was creeping up his neck. Astrid was still calm, though, frowning, concentrating, trying to make sense of it all.

"We have to check it out," Sam said.

Quinn let loose a sort of sobbing breath. He was already moving, turning away. Sam grabbed his shoulder.

"Get off me, brah," Quinn snapped. "I have to go home. I have to see."

"We all have to go see>" Sam sad. "But let's go together."

Quinn started to pull away, but Sam tightened his grip. "Quinn. Together. Come on, man, it's like a wipeout, you know? You get launched, what do you do?"

"You try not to get worked up" Quinn muttered.

"That's right. You keep your head straight through the spin cycle. Right? Then swim toward daylight."

"Surfing metaphor?" Astrid asked.

Quinn stopped resisting. He let go of a shuddering breath. "Okay, yeah. You're right. Together. But my house first. This is messed up. This is so messed up'

"Astrid?" Sam asked, not sure of her, not sure at all if she wanted to go with him and Quinn. It felt presumptuous to ask her, and wrong not to ask.

She looked at Sam, looked like she was hoping to find something in his face. Sam suddenly realized that Astrid the

Genius didn't know what to do, or where to go, any better lhan he did. That seemed impossible.

From the hallway they heard a rising cacophony of voices. Loud, scared, some babbling, as if il would be okay as long as they didn't stop talking. Some voices were just wild.

It wasn't a good sound. It was frightening all by itself, that sound.

"Come with us, Astrid, okay?" Sam said. "Well be safer together,"

Astrid flinched at the word "safer" But she nodded. This school was dangerous now. Scared people did scary things sometimes, even kids. Sam knew that from personal experience. Fear could be dangerous. Fear could get people hurt. And there was nothing but fear running crazy through the school-Life in Perdido Beach had changed. Something big and terrible had happened.

Sam hoped he was not the cause





TWO


298 HOURS, 38 MINUTES

KIDS POURED OUT of the school, alone or in small groups. Some of the girls walked in threes, hugging each other, tears streaming down their faces. Some boys walked hunched over, cringing as if the sky might fall on them, not hugging anyone. A lot of them were crying, too.

Sam Hashed on news videos he'd seen of school shootings. It had that kind of feel to it. Kids were bewildered, scared, hysterical, or hiding hysteria beneath laughter and bold displays of rowdiness.

Brothers and sisters were together. Friends were together. Some of the really little kids, the kindergarteners, the first graders, were wandering on tht grounds, not really going anywhere. They weren't old enough to know their way home.

Preschoolers in Perdido Beach mostly went to Barbara's Day Care, a downtown building decorated with faded appliques of cartoon characters. It was next to the Ace hardware store and across the plaza fiom the McDonald's.

Sam wondered if they were okay, the littles down at Barbara's. Probably. Not his responsibility. But he had to say something.

"What about all these little kids?" Sam said, "They'll wander into the street and get run ovei"

Quinn stopped and stared. Not at the little kids, but down the street. "You see any cars moving?"

The stoplight changed from rec to green. There were no cars waiting to go. The sound of C&T alarms was louder now, maybe three or four different alarms. Maybe more.