The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

michelle hodkin
N e w Yo r k
London
To r o n t o
Sydney
My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust meits the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isnt smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And its important that you know, so youre not next. Rachels birthday was the beginning. This is what I remember. Mara Dyer [Redacted[, New York City Date [Redacted[
Laurelton, Rhode Island
before
he ornate script on the board twisted
in the candlelight, making the letters and numindistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire
bers dance in my head. They were jumbled and
pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasnt normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldnt and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasnt wearing it. notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night,
shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down the piece.
Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire Its just a game, Mara. She smiled, her teeth looking even
whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends
since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when we were together. She made me feel bold. Usually.
And at sixteen, were too old for this, I didnt say. Ask whether Jude will ever like you back.
I dont have anything to ask dead people, I said to her.
flamed, but I stifled the urge to snap at her and laughed it off. Can I ask it for a car? Is this like a dead Santa scenario? her fingers on the piece. Claire and I followed her. Oh! Rachel, ask it how youre going to die. Actually, since its my birthday, Im going first. Rachel put
Claires voice was innocent, but I knew better. My cheeks
Claire. Since moving here six months ago, shed latched
Rachel squealed her assent, and I shot a dark look at
onto my best friend like a starving leech. Her twin mis-
sions in life were now to make me feel like the third wheel, and to torture me for my crush on her brother, Jude. I was equally sick of both. Remember not to push, Claire ordered me. Got it, thanks. Anything else? But Rachel interrupted us before we could descend into The three of us watched the board. My calves prickled
bickering. How am I going to die?
from kneeling on Rachels carpet for so long, and the backs of my knees felt clammy. Nothing happened. Then something did. We looked at each other as the piece
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moved under our hands. It semi-circled the board, sailing past A through K, and crept past L. It settled on M.
was so sketchy. What did Rachel see in her? Landing on A.
Murder? Claires voice was soaked with excitement. She The piece glided in the wrong direction. Away from U and R. Rachel looked confused. Matches? she guessed.
get eaten by Smokey the Bear? Rachel laughed, briefly dis-
Mauling? Claire asked. Maybe you start a forest fire and
solving the panic that had slithered into my stomach. When we first sat down to play, I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at Claires melodramatics. Now, not so much. short. R. The piece zigzagged across the board, cutting her laughter
jerked back to the beginning. To A. Then stopped.
We were silent. Our eyes didnt leave the board as the piece
remained still. After three minutes, Rachel and Claire withdrew their hands. I felt them watching me. It wants you to ask something, Rachel said softly.
We waited for the piece to point out the next letter, but it
shaking and nauseous. I was done.
If by it you mean Claire, Im sure thats true. I stood up,
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Rachel, then at me.
I didnt push it, Claire said, wide-eyed as she looked at Pinky swear? I asked, with sarcasm.
walked closer to me. Too close. Her green eyes were dangerous. I didnt push it, she said again. It wants you to play. Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled herself up off the
Why not, Claire answered, with malice. She stood and
floor. She looked straight at Claire. I believe you, she said, but lets do something else? Like what? Claires voice was flat, and I stared right back We can watch The Blair Witch Project. Claires favorite,
at her, unflinching. Here we go.
naturally. How about it? Rachels voice was tentative, but firm. I tore my eyes away from Claires and nodded, managing
a smile. Claire did the same. Rachel relaxed, but I didnt. For her sake, though, I tried to swallow my anger and unease as and blew out the candles. we settled in to watch the movie. Rachel popped in the DVD Six months later, they were both dead.
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michelle hodkin

Laurelton, Rhode Island

he ornate script on the board twisted

bers dance in my head. They were jumbled and

I dont have anything to ask dead people, I said to her.

Claires voice was innocent, but I knew better. My cheeks

Claire. Since moving here six months ago, shed latched

Rachel squealed her assent, and I shot a dark look at

onto my best friend like a starving leech. Her twin mis-

bickering. How am I going to die?

was so sketchy. What did Rachel see in her? Landing on A.

get eaten by Smokey the Bear? Rachel laughed, briefly dis-

Mauling? Claire asked. Maybe you start a forest fire and

jerked back to the beginning. To A. Then stopped.

shaking and nauseous. I was done.

If by it you mean Claire, Im sure thats true. I stood up,

the unbecoming of mara dyer

Rachel, then at me.

Why not, Claire answered, with malice. She stood and

at her, unflinching. Here we go.

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