Ellen Hopkins Crank Series Novels & Stories

Chapter 20 Part 2 Ana’s POV I’m nervous and nauseous. My head is spinning and I can’t see my way anymore. I keep bumping into people and I notice some of them are holding my body and when they do I just stare at them angrily and if only I were sober I would’ve punch them in the face but I’m not in the right state to do that right now so I walk away trying to find my way to the bathroom.

I try to scream, but my throat is packed tight with shredded transit logs. I need to hit the kill switch. If I hit the switch, the container opens. But my arms are dead weight, paralyzed at my sides. Above me, the tally counter isn't a digital display. It’s a massive, rusted iron gear grinding the numbers into place. It doesn't tick. It drops like an anvil as each number appears. Forty-seven thousand. CRACK. Eight hundred. CRACK. Twelve. The vibration shatters my teeth. The ceiling caves in, heavy lumber falling down to bury me-

The reason I was stuck in a wheelchair. Alice Dawn had done nothing but steal from me my entire life, as a child; she stole my childhood and happiness. As a teenager; She broke my self-esteem and smashed me against the wall over and over again while she reminded me that I would never amount to anything but a girl who rolls in the sheets with men because that was my fate.

Sid nodded excitedly and put his signature on the paper, selling off a car to someone he knew nothing about. --- The man in black started walking with purpose towards that particular mobile as if it was his mission. He stopped in front of it, basked in it's grace for a split second before dropping to the ground. He pulled a laptop from the backpack he bore, and slid underneath the chassis, positioning himself perfectly. Fingers flew across the keys—codes, commands, hacks into a machine he clearly knew inside out. The impossible suddenly became possible. The car’s headlights flashed once. A low, creepy chuckle escaped from beneath the vehicle. The man slid out with his thing, opened the drive