The music is playing loud while she’s putting on her lipstick; tonight they’re going out, to the club. It’s what they do on friday nights. They, being the girls, are picking her up at 11, her friend Suzy just turned 16 and has a car. The lipstick is the wrong colour. She thinks of the new couple that moved in next door; he was checking her out, for sure. The woman was okay, a bit mousy if anything. Perhaps he could be her next project. Her mom yells something about dinner through the door. She’s not hungry. Doesn’t the woman understand you can’t look like this and have a healthy appetite? She takes out her phone and looks at the pictures she took last Saturday; the girl was really crying.
She can’t believe it was only a week ago. They had been driving around in Suzy’s car when they saw her, by herself outside the cinema. They offered her a ride. She can’t remember who started it, but without a word the three of them knew exactly what they were going to do. It took the girl, Elisabeth, a while to realise they weren’t going in her direction at all, they were going out of town, towards the Moiselle Hills. ‘Where are we going?’ she asked in that stupid little voice of hers. They just wanted to show her something. Have a laugh.