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Meet Kim Liggett!
Kim spends her free time studying the tarot and scouring Manhattan for vials of rare perfume and the perfect egg white cocktail.
Meet The Unfortunates!
When seventeen-year-old senator's son Grant Tavish is involved in a fatal accident, all he wants to do is face the consequences of what he's done, but the consequences never come, even if headlines of "affluenza" do. The truth soon becomes clear: Due to his father's connections, not only will Grant not be held accountable for his actions, he's going to get away with murder.
When a long Tavish tradition approaches, a cave excursion on the Appalachian trail, Grant seizes the opportunity to take justice into his own hands by staging an accident and never coming back. But before he has a chance to enact his plans, the cave system collapses, trapping him miles beneath the surface with four other teens from much less fortunate circumstances. As they struggle to survive, they share their innermost secrets and fears, and just when it seems they might be on track to finding a way out, they realize there's something else down there.
And it's hunting them.
~ Excerpt ~
“Grant Franklin Tavish the fifth?” the burly nurse calls into the waiting room.
Everyone around me bursts out laughing.
“That’s gotta be this kid.” The guy across from me leans back in the bright-orange molded plastic chair, spreading his legs farther than I thought humanly possible.
“What’d you do?” The old man next to me nudges my elbow. “Get caught sneaking into your daddy’s liquor cabinet? Smoke a little weed under the bleachers?”
I let out an exasperated sigh, like this is the worst day of my life, but the truth is, I like it here. For twenty minutes a week, I get to live in reality. This is where I belong. Somewhere worse really, but things like that don’t happen to Tavishes.
As I’m walking toward the door with a tiny window lined with security wire, a guy from the far side of the room says, “Hey, wait a minute. I know you . . .”
I pause, waiting for him to say it. Aching for him to call me out for what I really am.
“Aren’t you the senator’s son . . . the one from the news? The one who—” “That’s enough,” the nurse says, ushering me through the door. “He’s here . .. just the same as you clowns.”
I follow him down the dingy hall, which reeks of piss and bleach, to door number three. There’s a metal sink, metal toilet, metal walls. The fluorescent lights ping as if in the throes of death.
“You know the drill,” the nurse says as he makes note of the time and the serial number off the plastic cup before handing it over.
Unbuckling my belt, I drop my khakis and boxers to my ankles and pull up my dress shirt and tie. It’s humiliating, but that’s kind of the whole point.
“Hope you drank your fresh-squeezed OJ this morning,” he says as he snaps on a pair of latex gloves. “I can’t be standing here for ten minutes singing you ‘Tinkle, Tinkle, Little Star.’”
I roll back my shoulders, trying to relax.
The first time I came in here it took me six minutes to even squeeze out a drop. They made me go back to the waiting room and drink a liter of water before they let me try again. But I’ve been practicing at home. I realize how ridiculous that sounds. Even taking a drug test, I have to strive to be the best. It’s ingrained.
I close my eyes, thinking of class three rapids, rain pouring out of the copper gutters outside my bedroom window, the surf hitting the sand at our beach house —but then the sound of screeching tires and hot oil dripping onto freezing pavement slips over my senses.
“You don’t remember anything,” our lawyer whispers in my ear.
“Think we’ve got enough,” the nurse says, staring down at the overflowing cup.
“Sorry.” I flinch, sloshing it over the sides.
He takes it from me, secures the lid, and unlocks the tiny metal door in the wall, sliding it through.
“I wonder what happens to all those plastic cups,” I say, trying to shake off the memory. “Maybe in a few hundred years they’ll dig it up, think it’s some precious family heirloom.”
He looks up at me with one raised eyebrow. “You think too much, kid.” If he only knew.
As I’m washing my hands, he flips through my chart. “I see this is your last time.” He juts out his bottom lip and bobs his head. “Final court date on Monday. If this comes back negative, you get a clean slate.”
“Best justice money can buy,” I mutter as I put my hands under the wheezing dryer.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” I say as I straighten my tie in the smudged book-size mirror.
I want to tell him there’s nothing about my slate that could ever be clean, not after what I did, but I can’t risk it. Not now. Not when I’m this close. Instead, I crack a smile. The one that says, Don’t worry. I’m all good now.
The one I’ve practiced to perfection.
By: Kim Liggett
Publisher: Tor Teen
Release Date: July 10th, 2018
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