Pain & Wastings
By Carrie Mac
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Carrie Mac
Carrie Mac's first novel The Beckoners won the Arthur Ellis YA Award, is a CLA Honour book. She is available for school and library presentations, and has been known to hold the interest of a couple hundred teens where others have failed. Maybe it's the tattoos. For more information, visit www.carriemac.com.
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Pain & Wastings - Carrie Mac
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Chapter One
Tonight we’re going to break into Playland, the amusement park across the highway from the group home. It was Harvir’s idea. It’s raining when we climb out the window, but it stops when we are halfway down the alley.
The rides won’t work,
I say as we wait for a break in the traffic. They turn the power off at night.
Who cares?
Harvir looks like a cat burglar, all dressed in black. I’m not interested in the rides. I just want to climb the roller coaster.
What for?
Because it’s there. And I want to.
He dashes onto the highway. A pickup truck slams on its brakes, swerving to miss him. The driver rolls down his window and yells at Harvir as he drives away. Harvir does a little bhangra dance in the fast lane. Are you chicken, Ethan?
Horns honk. Headlights flash. A sedan screeches to a stop on the shoulder and a beefy guy gets out, his hands already in fists.
You chicken, Ethan?
Harvir asks again.
I fix him with a glare. We are always one-upping each other. And I always win. I run right at the sedan and jump on the hood—denting it with a loud metallic crunch—onto the roof and down over the trunk end before the guy even realizes what’s happening.
Sucker!
I flip him the finger, and then Harvir and I scale the retaining wall and make a run for it. Along the off-ramp, across the overpass and into the bushes, where we wait to make sure Sedan Man isn’t on our trail.
We are only halfway up the first incline of the old wooden roller coaster when the lights flood on below with a loud buzz.
Don’t move!
The glare of the lights blinds us. We can’t see who it is.
Just security.
Harvir keeps climbing. Rent-a-cops. Harmless.
And that?
I start down as the sirens get closer.
Cops. So?
Harvir shrugs. If they’re going to get us anyway, might as well have some fun with it.
So Harvir keeps climbing up while I start climbing down. Just as I’m about to set foot on the cement, they set the cop dog after me. So of course I run. Who wouldn’t with a snarling barking beast of doom coming after you? I dare you to stand still.
Stop!
the dog handler yells. Or it’ll get messy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Yeah, well I’m a good runner, so I’ll take my chances. I hop the low fences that form the lineups for rides; so does the dog. I deke in and out of the concession booths; so does the damned dog. I throw myself halfway up a fence that would get me out of the park, and so does the dog, clamping on to the back of my thigh. He hangs there, midair, ripping my flesh with his teeth, growling.
Get it off!
I swat at him with one arm while holding myself up with the other. Okay! Okay!
I can literally hear my skin rip and the burble of blood as it oozes down my leg. The pain makes me high, and not in a good way.
Good dog, Smokey. Off!
The dog handler gives the shepherd an old plastic pop bottle and a pat on the head. The dog wags his tail and gnaws on the bottle, swinging it back and forth as if it were a rabbit or a rat. Or my leg.
I ease myself off the fence and collapse on the ground, face-first onto the wet cement. He bit me!
That’s the idea,
the cop says. He snaps a leash on Smokey and leads him away, the dog trotting proudly while two other cops handcuff me where I lie on the ground.
I need a goddamn doctor!
You hear something?
Cop Numbnuts says.
Just some foul language that don’t get you nowhere,
Cop Buttface says.
The pain is so bad I have to grit my teeth to talk. That’s a double negative, idiot.
I think you’ve got better things to worry about than my grammar, kid.
Cop Buttface pulls on a pair of leather gloves. Anything in your pockets I should know about? Knives? Drugs? Needles?
Screw you. I don’t do that crap.
I’ll take that as a no.
He digs roughly in my pockets, each jostle sending hot pain shooting down my leg.
Do something about my leg, jerk-off!
I try twisting to see how bad it is but can’t. It’s still bleeding, isn’t it? It hurts, man. Do something!
The cop puts a thoughtful finger to his chin. Now, why is he so upset?
An excellent question.
The other cop squats beside me. He shines his flashlight on my leg. Ouch. Look at this, partner.
Nasty.
Cop Buttface wrinkles his nose. You can see the muscle and fat and everything. Good thing he didn’t go for your balls. They’ve got a command for that, you know.
The cop radio crackles as Buttface organizes an ambulance.
Warrants, prior arrests...?
Cop Buttface picks through my wallet and pulls out my ID. He records the details in his notebook. Might as well tell me now. We’ve got some time. They don’t hurry for this kind of call.
I’m going to bleed to death, you pig!
Let’s start with where you live.
Cop Buttface turns the page in his notebook. You’re one of the juvenile delinquents from Harbor House, right?
I don’t have to tell you anything.
I writhe on the ground, the pain like a jackhammer digging into the back of my thigh.
Suit yourself.
Buttface flips his notebook shut. He unwraps a piece of gum and folds it into his mouth. I got all night.
Chapter Two
A million and a half years later, the ambulance shows up. Buttface is on his fifth piece of gum. He takes it out and flicks it into the bush before he waves the paramedics over.
What have we got?
One of them drops an enormous first-aid kit dangerously close to my head.
I crane my neck to see who’s talking. It’s a girl paramedic, or woman, I