Roadkill (LiveWire) Read Free Page B

that?” He tuts disapprovingly and I remember Rose teasing him for being an old woman.
    For a while we are silent, scrolling through the pictures, some are live feeds, and all of them are teenagers doing crazy things; car surfing, jumping off cliffs into the sea, driving at high speed through deserted streets. At night.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    I bite my thumbnail, “It’s just like extreme sports at night though, I mean she would have loved it. Do you think she was climbing the bridge or something for a dare? Before she, um before her…” I can’t bring myself to say ‘her death’ because then it would be final. My shoulders and neck are aching from hunching over the computer.
    “I found Kelly Johnson. She has loads of posts.” Leo adjusts his glasses, lank straw coloured hair tucked behind his rather prominent ears.
    “See if there are any for last month. I can’t see that Rose actually posted anything.” I complain. My eyes are crossing from scanning down the list, heart leaping every time I get to a Rosie or Rosa.
    “Might not have done it under her real name. I bet lots of these are aliases.”
    “Why would they do that?”
    “Duh. Most of what they do it breaking the law. This bloke ‘Dawes’, he was doing one of these dares last night and check out the video.”
    I do, and note the camera focusing on the Speedo in his car; 120mph through an estate not dissimilar to ours.
    “Good point. What about the little icons next to their names. Like this Kelly has six, and ‘Dawes’ has twenty-two. Wait I know! It’s like eBay,” Leo gives me a funny look.
    “You know, your get a number of stars depending on how many times you buy or sell. I bet that means how many dares they’ve done.”
    We’ve been up here for hours, and Mum is going to be disappointed we have done zero clearing out.
    “I need to head off. See you tomorrow, or do you want to come over tonight?” Leo checks his watch, a silly schoolboy swatch thing with a bright red face.
    I shake my head, still fascinated by LiveWire. Transfixed by a video of three blokes walking along a high wire suspended between a block of flats, my head is aching but dammit this stuff is compulsive viewing. I have almost forgotten my quest. But not quite.
    “Can’t tonight. I could meet you by the skate park at ten. Or we could do some charity shopping first? ” I look at him hopefully.
    “You know I don’t really get the whole vintage clothing thing Caz! Why would you want to wear a skirt your Gran could have owned? I want a lie-in anyway,” He sighs, flicking me a last sweet, “Catch!”
    Take it that’s a ‘no’ then. I miss the lurid green square, and it tumbles into the dust under Rose’s bed. Me and Rose loved to trawl the charity shops in town, and luckily Broadridge Heath is stuffed with them. When I hooked up with Leo we used to occasionally bully him into coming along. Now Rose is gone he’s an essential accessory, and although he claims to find the whole thing boring he once snapped up a genuine Armani suit for a fiver!
    Just now though Leo is looking at me with a concerned expression, hazel eyes squinting behind the thick lenses. “Don’t watch that all night will you Caz. They’re just stupid. I mean, they could kill themselves doing stuff like that.”
    We stare at each other, and the words seem to echo in the dusty air. Then Leo shrugs and says we’ll talk about it tomorrow.
    I watch the door bang behind him, shocked. We just hit on what could be the truth and he walked out. I am stupidly upset, but turn determinedly back to the screen. If my sister died doing one of these stupid dares, I am going to find out.
    Mum is back late, which gives me time to check out the rest of the LiveWire site. It seems to be international, with members from Australia, Asia, USA, all teens, and all doing crazy stuff. Occasionally, and I pay particular attention to these, the pictures and feeds show it all goes wrong. Updates from other