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We fill the bottles, then take a moment to wash our faces and hands. Maddie ducks into the dark of a stall. I gulp water straight from the faucet. He looks like a college kid, but that could just be the Harvard T-shirt. In other circumstances, he might seem cute. She stands inside the door to her stall. My heart races. I grip the edge of the sink. We have six bottles. Do we need all six? She leans in, grabs his sleeves, pulls him toward her, and smashes his nuts with her knee. The guy drops to the floor.
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Maddie stops mid-stride and faces me. Stop worrying about anyone else. The third floor looks abandoned. Maddie darts across the hall to the costume place, Shades of Halloween. I lope behind her. She stops at a display of glow wands and necklaces and cleans out the whole thing into her gargantuan purse. Why stock a lot of stuff if the store is only around for a few months?
I find one locked door. Maddie will kill me if I return empty-pursed, so I ransack the checkout counter and find a key ring marked SPARE rattling around in the back of the bottommost drawer. Three keys into the ring, the door opens to reveal a closet packed with candy. A laugh escapes my lips. Of course the closet is packed with candy.
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Coming home, my bag was so full of candy, I could hardly lift it up the stoop. Mom took my bag as she closed the door behind me. Then she smoothed a stray hair back into my bun.
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I wanted to be a serious dancer like her, so I never ate candy. Until now. I tear a bag of Snickers open, pick out a mini bar, unwrap it, and bite. Then I eat the whole bar in a single swallow. And another. Maddie snatches the bag from my hands and jams it into my purse.
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I feel like my head might explode. Something crashes out in the store. Maddie peers out the narrow window in the stockroom door, then holds a finger to her lips. I creep to her side. Is it me, or has the light dimmed? He holds up a gorilla head. Whatever fear I had ticks up a notch. The girl pulls out a black hooded dress, like what the Grim Reaper would wear.
We all wear this, but wrap tape from the post office around our arms. She grabs a second and shoves it into my chest. Also, it hides our bags. No one will know we have supplies. The guy in the bathroom just wanted a drink. Yes, security went crazy, but the people left in here are just regular kids. Once things calm down—The emergency lights in the store flicker, then die. The world is black again. A hand grabs my arm. I let her lead me through the dark.
When dull, yellow emergency lights come on, I head for the locked stockroom door. But everyone else has the same idea. The first guy to reach the door starts slamming his shoulder into the wood until it cracks and he breaks through. People claw the guy, push him deeper into the wood panel.
He screams, then disappears through the hole into the stockroom. The crowd surges ahead. Wood bites into a cut on my ankle. Then my shoe pops off and my foor flops to the floor. I army-crawl across the narrow strip of tile, away from the flood of people headed for a set of double doors into the service hallway. My ankle looks like crap.