Ivy laughed. "God, you're easy." I went very still. "What did you say?" "That it's easy to piss you off," Ivy said. "Another thing your mom didn't mention. You cannot take a joke. I wasn't actually going to shove you in the lake, I was just getting back at you for earlier." She was standing at the peak of the hill, the lake bright behind her. As we stared at each other, the edges of the thing in the water seemed to stretch out her shoulders, blending with her body until she looked like another part of the landscape. She looked broad enough to be someone else entirely. I could remember Christopher standing in front of me like Ivy was now, except then, he was the one with the camera. I was suddenly very aware of my body. Excerpted from The Queen of Junk Island by Alexandra Mae Jones All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.