Chapter Six
With No New Sky
Like Pitlock said, I settled in.
I let them think they’d beaten me. And maybe that was true.
Reassigned to the library on Tony’s orders, I hibernated like a grouchy bear. Surrounded by books, I let them fill me, not the dangerous thoughts that got me into trouble, and certainly not my memories of detention. Was this surrender, the way Pitlock talked surrender? Or was I just bushed, too tired to care about being my sassy self?
One, two, three months passed peacefully. Nothing rattled me; nothing ruffled my calm. Nothing mattered in my world but stories, dozens of endless stories I threw inside my brain. Maybe I was dodging the truth, maybe I was scared, maybe lots of things made me shut out the world, but for three months I was good as gold.
Girls came and
