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from Sasha's Journey by Sheri Conaway

Copyright © 2014–2020 Sheri Conaway

Chapter 15

“That’s weird,” Josh said looking in the rear view mirror at the car they’d just passed.

“Hmm?” Amy looked up from where she was fiddling with the radio dial, trying to get a station to come in. Why had she agreed to join Josh on this crazy errand for Principal Adams?  Josh and Adams were awfully chummy these days, and she doubted it was a good thing.

“Doesn’t make sense to see another car on this road. It doesn’t go anywhere except the old mine.” Josh’s eyes narrowed as he watched the car in the mirror.

“Dunno” Amy muttered. “Why doncha follow it if it bothers you so much?”

“Gotta get the car back before my brother sees it’s missing.” Josh replied.

“You didn’t tell him you were borrowing his car? Won’t he miss it, or notice the gas is gone?” Amy stared at Josh in disbelief, wishing she’d listened to her gut and passed on this crazy errand. It wasn’t like Josh was good company lately anyway. What a grouch!

“Nah! He never gets up before 2 and I’ll put gas in on the way back. Adams pays me well for being his errand boy.” The predatory gleam in Josh’s eyes made Amy feel like a mouse caught in a snake’s hypnotic gaze.

Amy shook off the feeling and gave Josh a sidelong glance “How come you and old man Adams are best buds now?”

“Probably ‘cause we did such a good job of driving that Sasha chick and her family off.” Josh was grinning like a loon, inordinately proud of what he saw as his own, personal accomplishment. He wasn’t about to tell Amy his connection with Principal Adams went back much further than Sasha’s arrival in Adamsville, nor was the nature of their relationship any of her business anyway. He didn’t even know why he brought her along today. She was nothing but a buzz kill these days.

“I think you enjoyed yourself, being as mean to her as you could possibly be, knowing whatever you did, you’d get away with!” Amy accused.

Snapping his head around, he glared at her until she dropped her gaze to the hands twisting nervously in her lap.

 “You didn’t seem to have a any trouble pranking her. Some of those tricks were your idea!”

Amy clenched her hands until the knuckles turned white, feeling worse and worse about the things they’d done but afraid to say anything. Josh was a loose cannon when crossed, and she didn’t want to be left on this desolate road.

“Don’t tell me you’re going s...

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