When Priya pulled into her driveway, Tonya knew something was wrong. For one thing the swing on the front lawn was missing.
"Wait here," she told Priya.
The front porch was crowded with liquor boxes labelled "Tonya," in her mother's wavery printing. They had packed her things for her and left them in front of the house. Loon Lake was the kind of small town where people didn't bother locking up, especially during the daytime, so it wasn't surprising they had left the boxes out. Tonya wondered what else had been left inside. She tried the front door but the handle didn't turn. It was locked, for once, and her key didn't fit anymore.
She walked back to the car to tell Priya. "I can't believe this. The 'For Sale' sign is already gone and they changed the locks."
"Your parents moved?" Priya got out of the car.
"Looks like it, but why didn't they tell me?" She went to get some boxes.
When she returned, Priya had the hatchback open and the back seats folded down. Tonya slipped the first couple of boxes in and, together, they went to get more.
"I always expected I'd have a chance to say goodbye to this place." She would especially miss the kitchen overgrown with plants, and her room with a view onto the lake three streets over.
As she loaded another box she said: "It would be easy to go around the back and get in through the kitchen window. The lock's broken and I used to do it, when I was a teenager."
"But you won't."
"Of course not." At least, not with a nice girl like Priya watching. They'd met in the lineup to register for classes. Priya was cool, an artist who wore things you couldn't get in Loon Lake. Tonya didn't want her to think she was an idiot. Instead, she concentrated on moving her stuff as quickly as possible.
When they ran out of hatchback space, Tonya put the last couple of boxes at her feet and they drove back to the residence. Phoning her parents could wait until after dinner. Priya was anxious to go to the campus pub.
"You have to come to the 'Hub' with me. There's this guy Ducky you must meet."
"He's YouTube famous. Runs the 'Digital Ninjas.'"
Tonya frowned. "I never join clubs."
"How long have we known each other?"
"And in that time have I ever steered you wrong?"
"No, but Digital Ninjas?" How could she explain to sweet, likeable Priya that joining things, for Tonya, was like waving a red flag at bullies? And Digital Ninjas sounded uber geeky.
"C'mon. I just know you guys will be perfect for each other."
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Feeding Frenzy (Watty Award Winner)Mystery / Thriller
*Watty Winner* & *Featured Story* WITCHES - NECROMANCERS - INAPPROPRIATE TABLE MANNERS. The three-hundred-year-old town of Loon Lake looks calm as a pond, but below the surface, clans of witches and wizards clash like hungry sharks. First-year stude...