Fallout
By Nikki Tate
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Nikki Tate
Nikki Tate is the author of more than 30 books, most of which are for children and teens. Her Footprints title, Deep Roots: How Trees Sustain Our Planet, received several award nominations and was named by the New York Public Library as one of 2016’s Best 100 Books for Kids. She lives in Canmore, Alberta.
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Fallout - Nikki Tate
Seventeen
Chapter One
My sister, Hannah, bought a bottle of vodka from some guy she met outside the liquor store. I doubt Hannah knew his name. She probably didn’t care. Hannah, by that point, didn’t care about much.
She was fifteen, which is why she needed this guy to buy the booze. Maybe he felt sorry for the girl with the crutches. Maybe he thought a drink would make her feel better. Maybe she paid him.
The police found the bottle. It was half empty and still inside a brown paper bag. What’s amazing is the bottle wasn’t broken. Not like Hannah. A kid with crutches is no match for the front end of a bus.
What was she thinking before she took that last step? Did she think about me? Mom and Dad? Did she wonder if it would hurt? Did she think about the mess she would leave behind? Or did she just take a deep breath and step out into traffic?
My sister took a lot of secrets to her grave.
I wasn’t there when Hannah stepped in front of the bus. In my nightmares, though, I stand behind her on the curb. Then, I push her.
The bus brakes squeal. I scream, Stop!
Every dream ends with me on a stage. I am naked. All I have to protect me is my poetry. I yell poem after poem at the audience, trying to make them understand.
I killed my sister.
She won’t let me forget.
Chapter Two
Put your hands together for Tara Manson!
I step into the spotlight. The audience is out there, though I can’t see them.
This moment is mine. I can say anything in my poems.
Have you ever faced fear
and jumped
into churning waters
So deep there is no bottom?
I have. At the waterslides.
There’s always a chuckle after I say that line. Maybe I look too heavy to be a waterslide type. Whatever. It’s my job to deliver the poem. The audience hears what they want to hear.
I change my voice so I sound like I’m in a commercial.
Splash Kingdom!
Your fun in the sun
place to plunge
in and away from
what really matters.
Then I go back to my normal voice.
So what
if the phone ringing
in your beach bag
needs to be answered.
Here, I point at the audience.
No. You don’t get it.
Not like a hey, hi, how’s it going?
see you later, whatever
kind of call
but a message you need to get now
not tomorrow
not some other time
but right this second or
someone will die.
Then I start again, softly.
When fun calls
it’s wrong to ignore
sun and sweat
skin on skin
his lips on mine
my lips drinking him in
this wild ride down
slippery when wet
curves ahead.
Fun is all good, right?
Here’s where I speed up and get louder.
THIS is all that matters
because we only live once
and all that living
is churned and pushed into
one glorious afternoon at the
waterslides.
You hear what I’m saying?
How can they hear what I’m saying? I can speak fast and loud, but they can’t really know what it was like that day last summer. One year ago—today. The whole, long, sun-baked day David and I played, splashed, laughed…while Hannah was—
The sound of fingers clicking moves through the audience. They think I’ve lost my place. This is their way of telling me to keep going.
Plunge feet first
Down Big Mountain
Time Tunnel
Jumbo Splash
Race and giggle
catch each other
and sprint to the snack stand
hot dogs and plastic cheese.
I ignore the ringing phone, for once.
Turn my back on her, for once.
Snap it shut. Click it off, for once.
Toss it under a damp towel
and forget
that outside this moment
in my heat-soaked day
a tragedy unfolds
one phone call away.
The applause washes over me. I dip in a modest bow.
Rick, the host, shakes my hand. Careful going down the steps,
he says. Judges, let’s see your scores for Miss Tara…
He calls them out. The low score is a 7.1 and the high an 8.9. That should be enough to get me through to the second round of the poetry slam.
When I touch my fingertip to my cheek, it’s wet. When I touch my fingertip to my tongue, I taste salt.
Chapter Three
Outside the Koffie Klub it’s muggy. I’m still not used to this humid Ontario summer weather. On the west coast it cools off at night. Not here in Camden.
Mom and Dad both called while I was at the poetry slam. Their numbers glow from my cell phone.
I know why