Read A Tale of Two Proms (Bard Academy) Online
Authors: Cara Lockwood
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A Tale of Two Proms (Bard Academy) (34 page)
I peer around the shrubs towards the student parking area but she’s gone. I scan the parking lot thinking I must just be missing her. She’s got to be here somewhere. I study the cars thinking maybe she’s inside of one of them. She’s nowhere to be seen. Where did she go?
I hear a click to my left.
I glance toward the sound and see Becky. She’s about fifteen feet away from me in the teachers’ parking lot. I silently take a half step backwards. If she’d been looking my way she might have seen me.
I slowly pull back a branch to see what she’s doing. She’s standing perfectly still next to a new black BMW. Something is gleaming, catching the sunlight in her hand.
It’s a knife.
Before it even registers what she’s doing I watch her hand dart down and quickly slice the rear tire. I hear the air gushing out of it. Then she casually moves around the car like an innocent girl shopping for a new sweater. At each tire she stops and her knife strikes out like a snake and slices.
After circling the whole car, she scratches something into the driver’s door then slowly refolds the blade and slips it into her rear pocket. I hear the air hissing out of the tires. Becky smiles just the slightest of smiles. Then she starts to walk back towards the school. I quickly move to the end of the tall bushes and squat down low and out of sight.
She strides past me, and heads into the school. I watch her walk, marveling at how calm she appears and wondering why she just sliced those tires. I glance back at the car: it’s resting on its rims. I wonder whose car it is? Somebody’s about to have a really bad day.
Becky pulls open the school door and slips inside.
Who are you, Becky Moore?