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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product
of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Text copyright 2016 by Megan Miranda
Jacket art copyright 2016 by Getty/Valentin Casarsa
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Crown Books for Young Readers,
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Library of Congress Cataloging- in-Publication Data
Names: Miranda, Megan.
Title: The safest lies / Megan Miranda.
Description: First Edition. | New York : Crown Books for Young Readers, [2016]
Summary: When Kelseys agoraphobic mother disappears after years of claiming
the kidnappers she escaped from were coming back for her, Kelsey quickly
discovers that her mother isnt who she thought she wasand shes not the
abductors only target Provided by publisher.
Identifiers: LCCN 2015024031 | ISBN 978-0-553-53751-2 (hardback) |
ISBN 978-0-553-53753-6 (ebook)
Subjects: | CYAC: Mothers and daughtersFiction. | IdentityFiction. | FearFiction. |
KidnappingFiction. | BISAC: JUVENILE FICTION / Love & Romance. | JUVENILE
FICTION / Action & Adventure / Survival Stories. | JUVENILE FICTION /
Action & Adventure / General.
Classification: LCC PZ7.M67352 Saf 2016 | DDC [Fic]dc23
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ATTENTION, READER:
2/10/16
THIS IS AN UNCORRECTED ADVANCE EXCERPT
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9:42 AM
CHAPTER 1
Leo and I both got our credit forms signed by the librarian, who took off just as fast as we did, locking up
behind us.
Been a pleasure, Kelsey, Leo said as he flew by,
a gust of wind as I rifled through my purse for my
phone.
The evening routine: call my mom, grab a soda,
drive straight home.
On my way, I said when she picked up.
See you soon, she said. Her voice was like music.
A homing device. I heard dishes in the background
and knew she had already started dinner. This was her
routine, too.
I hung up, and Leo was gone. The librarian was gone.
The halls were silent and empty, except for the hum
of the vending machines tucked into the corner. I slid
a crisp dollar from my wallet, fed it to the machine.
The gears churned, and in the emptiness, I started
imagining all the things I could not see.
I felt myself taking note of the exits, an old habit:
the front double doors through the lobby, the fire exits
at the end of each hall, the windows off any classroom
that had been left unlocked. . . .
I shook the thought, grabbed the soda, and jogged
out the double front doors, my steps echoing, my keys
jangling in my purse. I kept jogging until I made it to
the ring of light around my car in the nearly empty lot.
It was twilight, and there was a breeze kicking in
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through the mountains, and the shadows of the surrounding trees within the overhead lights looked a
lot like the shadows of the black metal gates at home,
when they were lit up in a thunderstorm.
I ran through the morning routine again, in reverse:
check the backseat, start the engine, let it warm up.
My phone in my bag, my bag beside me, nothing but
gnats and mist caught in the headlights.
This was a good day. This was a normal day. A blur
in a string of others, passing in typical fashion.
The reflectors on the double yellow line caught my
headlights on the drive with a predictable regularity,
almost hypnotic.
October came with a chill at night, and I wished Id
brought my coat. I leaned forward, turned the dial to
hot, pressed the on button, and listened to the rush
of air surging toward the vents as I leaned back in
my seat.
A burst of heat.
A flash of light.
The world in motion.
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CHAPTER 2
Dont be afraid.
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CHAPTER 3
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one side of his face resting on the hood of the car and
the other turned toward me. His breathing was labored and his eyes were wide, and we stared at each
other in silence until the voice of another fireman cut
through the night. Baker! You guys okay, man?
Okay! he called back.
They lowered another line down the outside of the
car, which Ryan then hooked into his harness again.
He wrapped both arms around me, and I did the same
to him, and he called, All set!
I felt his muscles trembling from his shoulders down
to his fingers. His eyes never left mine as they pulled
us up to safety.
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Okay, so.
Before Ryan Baker was Ryan from my math class,
he was the guy I worked with at the Lodge during the
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I handed Ryan back his phone, and the tooyoung-to-be-in-charge medic ushered me into the
back of the ambulance.
Hey, hold on, Ryan said.
I held on. My grip on the door handle, my feet on
the metal loading dock, so I towered over him. He
looked like he had a thousand things he wanted to say
to me. I had things I wanted to say to him, too. But
where to start? Where to even start?
You need a ride home from the hospital?
I can call someone. The car service was one of the
first numbers Id memorized when I was younger.
Ill be there anyway. So.
So. Communication: not our strength.
Okay. If I see you there . . .
He nodded. Ill find you when Im done.
As the ambulance drove off, I saw him through the
back windows, talking to the other firefighters. But
the image that stuck in my head was his face, the moment Id reached for him. The moment he knew we
were going to fall.
Dont be afraid, hed said in a whisper, before he
knew I was alive, or conscious.
Youre okay, hed said, before he knew whether that
was true.
Id clung to those words, made them into something I could believe in. But in hindsight, I wondered
if maybe hed only been talking to himself.
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THE SAFEST
LIES
MEGAN MIRANDA
BY