Before Dawn

Kate stood there, fuming. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Other kids looked forward to gifts and parties on their birthdays. All she got was the news that her future had been taken away from her.

She slammed her yogurt carton down and stormed out of the house. It was May and the sun was burning hot, searing her pale skin. She grabbed her bike up from where she’d dumped it after school yesterday and began riding down the street, pumping her legs as hard as she could, trying to find a way to alleviate the anger pulsing through her.

She hated her mom. She hated her stupid new house. She hated her family. It was all a lie. The only thing that had kept her going all these years was the knowledge she’d one day escape from this place, from her awful, suffocating mother and her useless drunk of a father. That one day she’d be off to college. She wanted to go to the East Coast, to get as far away from them all as possible.

Now that dream was over.

CHAPTER TWO

Kate managed to bike to school in record-fast time. Usually she was overtaken at some point by Madison, but she’d been so angry she’d powered herself there in less than forty-five minutes.

Sweat prickled her back as she locked up her bike in the racks beside the parking lot. She knew, self-consciously, that her face would be crimson red and blotchy.

Just then, a car pulled up into the space just behind her and Tony jumped out.

“Oh God,” Kate muttered aloud.

Tony was her crush. He played on the football team, hung out with all the cool kids, and yet somehow, despite that all, he was a really lovely person. He was the sort of guy who had time for anyone. He didn’t see the kids at high school through the lenses of their cliques. Kate wasn’t a fringe girl to him – she was just Kate Roswell. Sometimes Kate felt like he was the only person who didn’t view her in comparison to her prettier, more popular, funnier sister.

“Kate,” he said, slamming his car door. “How’s it going?”

Kate couldn’t help but feel awkward. She wished she wasn’t standing there covered in sweat and looking exhausted.

“Good,” she said, the only thing that came to her mind.

“Hey,” he said with a slightly quizzical expression. “You look different today. You’ve done something to your eyes.”

“Mascara,” she replied, feeling even more awkward.

“It looks good,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. “I hadn’t realized how blue your eyes were before.”

Kate’s stomach swirled. If he wasn’t meaning to flirt with her, he was doing a pretty bad job.

“Hey, am I right in thinking it’s your birthday today?” he added.

She couldn’t help but swoon. How had he known that? She didn’t remember having told him.

“Uh, yeah, it is,” she said.

Tony smiled, showing off his gorgeous, pearly teeth. “Happy birthday.”

He leaned toward her and pulled her into a hug. Kate stood there stiffly. Her whole body seemed to buzz with electricity. She wanted to hug him back but was worried if she lifted her arms she’d expose sweat patches the size of China.

Tony let go and pulled back.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, feeling like the biggest dork in the world. She wished she could play it cool. She knew Madison would never have freaked if her crush had just hugged her.

“Hey look,” Tony said, his eyes darting over her shoulder as the football team sauntered into the parking lot. “I’ve gotta rush. Have a good birthday, okay?” He was already walking away, talking over his shoulder as he went. “If I see you at lunch I’ll get you a cupcake.” Then he was off, jogging away toward his friends.

Kate clutched her bag tightly, well aware she’d just made a total mess of that whole interaction. It had been the eyes comment that had thrown her. She couldn’t help but wonder if Tony had been flirting with her. Maybe there was a little part of him that had a crush on her, too.

“Kate!” someone shouted, and she turned around to see her three best friends rushing up toward her.

Dinah Higgins, Nicole Young, and Amy Tan had been Kate’s best friends since they all met in ninth grade. Dinah was African American and came from a big, warm family who seemed to have more time for Kate than her own did. She wore her hair in neat cornrows, with reds and white woven in. Nicole lived with just her dad; her mom had died from cancer when she was really little. She was Californian through and through, but tried to hide it under layers of black dresses and biker boots. Because her hair was naturally blond, she often went to town dyeing it all kinds of colors. At the moment, the ends were bright orange. Amy was the girl that Kate felt the closest to of all of them. Her parents were both Chinese and had moved to America to give her and her brother better prospects. As a result, there was a huge cultural difference between Amy and her parents. They viewed her as a bit of an oddity, with her love of pop culture, obsession with reality TV, and goofy personality. It was for those reasons that Kate and Amy were so close. Amy felt like an outsider in her family, too.

The three girls grabbed Kate and wrapped her up in a bear hug.

“Happy birthday!” they all cried.

Many of the cooler kids in the parking lot were looking over with disgusted expressions – they were way too cool to behave like that in public. But Kate didn’t care. She loved her friends and how special they always made her feel, despite the fact she was plain and boring in comparison to Madison.

“We have presents!” Dinah beamed, pulling a badly wrapped gift from her bag and depositing it in Kate’s arms.

“Open mine first,” Nicole added, shoving a small box toward Kate.

“No guesses for what this is,” Amy said, handing her a book-shaped parcel.

Kate was weighed down by all the gifts. “Thanks, guys,” she beamed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just open them!” Nicole cried.

They went and sat on the grass beside the tennis courts. Kate opened all her gifts – a box of chocolates from Dinah, some skull-and-crossbone earrings from Nicole, and a secondhand copy of Romeo and Juliet. Kate loved Shakespeare and she loved romantic tragedies, and would spend all evening reading them if she could.

“You guys are the best,” she said, hugging each of them.

Amy nudged her friend. “So… what did Mother Monster say this morning? Did you get a happy birthday?”

Kate shook her head. “No.” It was then she remembered the card from Max. “Max was the only one who even acknowledged me.”

She pulled out the card. It had gotten a little crumbled in her bag. She opened up the envelope and saw a sparkly pink card with a flower on the front. It was the kind of card you got for a four-year-old, but she was still grateful. Max must have spent his pocket money on it; there was no way their mom would have lent him some.

The inside of the card read: “To my sister on her birthday.” He hadn’t written a message, just “Kate” at the top and “Max” underneath. Looking at the simple card made her heart clench again, reminding her of the painful, disappointing morning. Before Kate could stop herself, her bottom lip began to tremble.

“Kate!” Dinah cried, throwing her arms around her friend. “What’s wrong!”

Kate tried to speak through her tears but they were overwhelming her. All three girls knew how difficult her home life was – they’d listened to her and helped her through three years of anguish already – and felt nothing but concern for their friend.

“Mom said,” Kate began, sniffing hard, “she said that I can’t go to college. That I have to work to help pay for Madison’s tuition.”

Amy’s mouth dropped open. Dinah shot Kate a pained expression. Nicole squeezed her arm.

“She can’t do that!” Amy cried.

“That’s so unfair,” Nicole said, frowning hard. “You can always stay with my family if you need to get out from under her roof.”

“Or mine,” Dinah added. “My mom loves you. You know that.”

“Thanks,” Kate grumbled. “But I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t get to college. That’s like my escape plan, you know?”