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Maria hated that she and Harry no longer lived in the same building. Dangerous things happened in Darrow sometimes, and she had felt safer having him close by, just like she had with Ree and Cassie when they had lived at Candlewood. But she hadn't mentioned this to Harry, even though a part of her really wanted to. The Nook was a nice place that had belonged to his friends. It wouldn't be fair for her to guilt-trip him about it.
Harry's new address sucked for another reason: it was almost impossible to show up to a boy's house looking cute after trekking through the countryside on an eighty degree day. Her skin was sticky and shiny from perspiration and sun lotion, and mostly bare in denim shorts and a warm orange cami.
It was a good thing she'd brought a bottle of water.
As she walked, a strange feeling of anxiety crept up on her. Noises in the distance made her jump and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Her pace quickened, more concerned with getting to Harry as quickly as possible than she was with keeping her dignity.
Maria wasn't far from The Nook when she saw it. At first glance she thought it was a piece of plastic torn from a shopping bag, blown there by the wind, but as she knelt down on the grass she saw what it really was. A thin layer of dry skin, about the size and shape of person's forearm. She picked it up and it disintegrated in the blink of an eye. Panic rising in her chest, she clambered back up to her feet, running a few steps before stopping again as she saw another, this time in the unmistakable shape of a hand.
They were here. Or at least one of them was. Skins. That was the name they called themselves. A group of enemy aliens who had made a one way trip to Earth wearing living environmental suits which allowed them to survive Earth's atmosphere and blend in among humans. But after a few decades, these 'human suits' had started to decline, the layers of 'skin' drying out and peeling off.
Tess—of all people—had saved the lives of her friends, of everyone in Roswell, possibly of the entire world, by killing the Skins. But while they may have been in Maria's past, Darrow didn't always follow the rules of past, present, and future.
Harry was in danger. She was in danger. Darrow was in danger.
She ran, calling out Harry's name as the house came into view.
Harry's new address sucked for another reason: it was almost impossible to show up to a boy's house looking cute after trekking through the countryside on an eighty degree day. Her skin was sticky and shiny from perspiration and sun lotion, and mostly bare in denim shorts and a warm orange cami.
It was a good thing she'd brought a bottle of water.
As she walked, a strange feeling of anxiety crept up on her. Noises in the distance made her jump and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Her pace quickened, more concerned with getting to Harry as quickly as possible than she was with keeping her dignity.
Maria wasn't far from The Nook when she saw it. At first glance she thought it was a piece of plastic torn from a shopping bag, blown there by the wind, but as she knelt down on the grass she saw what it really was. A thin layer of dry skin, about the size and shape of person's forearm. She picked it up and it disintegrated in the blink of an eye. Panic rising in her chest, she clambered back up to her feet, running a few steps before stopping again as she saw another, this time in the unmistakable shape of a hand.
They were here. Or at least one of them was. Skins. That was the name they called themselves. A group of enemy aliens who had made a one way trip to Earth wearing living environmental suits which allowed them to survive Earth's atmosphere and blend in among humans. But after a few decades, these 'human suits' had started to decline, the layers of 'skin' drying out and peeling off.
Tess—of all people—had saved the lives of her friends, of everyone in Roswell, possibly of the entire world, by killing the Skins. But while they may have been in Maria's past, Darrow didn't always follow the rules of past, present, and future.
Harry was in danger. She was in danger. Darrow was in danger.
She ran, calling out Harry's name as the house came into view.
