The-Lucky-List-Rachael-Lippincott

Blake’s shoulder brushes against mine. I shoot a sideways glance at her, and she gives me a small, thinlipped
smile.
Kiera puts her hands on her hips and starts to pace around the room, her feet padding along the
green carpet. “Three words.” She spins around, her hair swaying behind her. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth or dare?” Blake asks, raising her eyebrows.
“Yes,” Kiera says, nodding eagerly. “ Truth or dare. I start a game around the bonfire. No one is going
to pick Emily right now since she’s the school pariah.” She stops pacing and shoots me a sympathetic
look. “No offense.”
I roll my eyes. “None taken.”
“So,” Kiera continues, zeroing in on Blake. “Whoever gets picked first between the two of us dares
Emily to kiss someone—”
“Uh,” I say, cutting her o with a raise of my hand. “Quick little thing. Given the fact that I…
kissed… another guy publicly, is this really the best…?”
Kiera waves her hand, brushing my words away. “at’s kind of why this’ll work, you know? It’s a
good way to make amends. Right the wrong, by kissing the right person this time.”
I frown, processing. Does that make sense? It probably would in a movie, but this is real life.
“Okay,” she continues, zeroing in on Blake again. “So, we dare her to kiss someone, she kisses Matt,
there are fireworks in the sky, bing bang boom, mission accomplished.”
Mission accomplished. Just like that, everything will click back into place.
For a long moment Blake doesn’t say anything. She’s quiet, and the two of them are pretty much le
just staring at each other.
I watch as Kiera blinks, waiting for Blake to match her enthusiasm. “So, are you in?”
Blake runs her fingers through her hair, hesitating, her expression unreadable. I get distracted by the
faint highlighter on her cheekbones as I try to decipher it. “Yeah. I mean… I know how much the list
means to Emily, so… of course I’m in.”
“Sweeeet!” Kiera claps, satisfied, throwing herself onto my bed and checking her phone.
“We’ve got half an hour until midnight,” she says, rolling over onto her back. “is is the first time
in my life I’m actually early for something.”
“If you want to kill some time, I found something cool this aernoon,” Blake says as she turns to
look at me. “I think you’ll probably want to see it.”
With nothing else to do, we creep quietly out of our room and tiptoe down the long hallway aer
her, phone flashlight guiding the way as we loop through the lodge. Around one corner, we come faceto-face
with a ginormous stuffed bear, its pointy teeth illuminated in the light.
I let out an unintentional squeak, and Kiera claps her hand over my mouth, shushing me.
“Emily Clark,” she hisses. “Shut up.”
Stifling our laughs, we head around another corner and up two flights of steps before squeezing
through a tiny, dusty door to the attic.
Blake feels her way to the corner and flicks a light switch. A tiny light bulb pops on, and the sloped,
cobweb-covered walls are brought to life in the so light. ey’re filled with writing, words and
pictures carved into the ancient wooden rafters.
“Oh my gosh,” I say as I take a step closer, finding a heart, and HUCKABEE LAKE TRIP 1966, and