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To get started, visit ABCmouse.com SleepTitesTories that's ABCmouse.com SleepTitiesTories or follow the link in our show notes. Thank you. Hello friends, and welcome to Sleeptight Stories. Red got home a bit late after her walk, and her mother had made a special dinner. Red thinks maybe she is trying to smooth things over. Blue talks about a new friend he has made at school, and when Red listens to what Blue says about him, she starts to feel uneasy. The Transfer Student, Volume two, Part three Hey, Red, Blue called up the stairs. It's dinner time. Mom says if you're not down here in five seconds, you don't get dessert and have to do my homework for a month. I'm coming. Red shouted back. She could hear her mother scolding Blue in the background for his obvious attempt to be annoying. Red rolled her eyes. She wasn't exactly hungry, but the smell of curry drifting up the stairwell pulled her from her room. And maybe, just maybe, some time with mom and Blue wouldn't be so bad. Did I just think spending time with Blue was a good thing? She whispered to herself. I really must not be feeling well. She slid into her seat at the table after scooping a generous helping of curry and rice onto her plate. There was even dessert, something sweet and sticky her mom knew she liked. Clearly someone was trying to smooth things over. How was your day, Red? Her mom asked gently. You got home later than usual? Hang out with your friends, solving a new mystery or something? Her friends are all strange, blue chimed in. Which makes sense, since they hang out with Red and she's a stinker. Blue. Their mother said firmly. Let Red speak and stop trying to start something. My day was fine, Red said, keeping her tone neutral. I just felt like getting some fresh air after school, so I went for a walk. You exercise? It's a miracle. Blue said, grinning. Red stuccoed her tongue. Blue returned the gesture. Of course. Their mom sighed audibly. Oh, how about you Blue? How was your day? As usual, awesome, he replied dramatically, tossing his napkin in the air. Math is way too easy here. While my classmates were still figuring out basic equations, I wrote a new algorithm to track which ice cream shops in town had the freshest stock. I only eat fresh, you know. That required me to gain access to their information systems, which isn't too difficult, as you probably know. Red choked on a laugh. Their mother did not Blue, I told you no hacking into local systems. If you get caught, it's not just you. We'll all get in trouble. Oh yeah, he said with mock sheepishness. I forgot. But come on. Ice cream is one of the earth's greatest inventions. It should be a breakfast food. He shoveled a bit of curry into his mouth and added, anyway, I made a new friend today. He's kind of weird like Red, but in a cool way. Red narrowed her eyes. Gee, thanks. What's your new friend's name? Their mom asked. Lyle. Which is weird because I had a friend on Mars with almost the same name. I met him at lunch. He eats nothing but chicken nuggets. Like a whole plate of them. Nothing else. Chicken nuggets? Red said, raising an eyebrow. Isn't that the only food you actually don't like? Blue shrugged. Yeah, I mean they're fine, but this guy Lio, he's obsessed. Said they're the most efficient food on the menu. Super protein dense. He had this whole theory about it. I don't know. I kinda liked him. He's quiet, sort of intense, but in a good way. Red stopped mid bite. Intense how? Blue squinted, trying to remember. I don't know. Just the way he looked at people. Like he was measuring them. Like he already knew something and was deciding whether to say it. Red's stomach sank a little. He said something kind of weird actually, blue added, completely unaware of her sudden change in mood. We were talking about where we were from and I said we moved here recently and he got real quiet for a second. Then he said. Blue dropped his voice and wiggled his fingers dramatically. I know where you're really from. Red spoon froze halfway to her mouth. Blue laughed. I thought it was a joke. Like, ooh, spooky. Cafeteria guy knows your secrets. But it was odd. Did he say anything else? Red asked, her voice careful. Hmm? Oh yeah. He doodled this weird symbol on his tray while we were eating. Said it was something he remembered seeing in a dream. I meant to draw it, but I forgot what it looked like. Kind of like a flower, but sharper. Spiky petals, almost. Red stared at him. She had a terrible sinking feeling that she knew the symbol. It wasn't a flower, and it wasn't just from a dream. Well, it's good to make new friends, no matter their strange taste in food, their mother said, standing up from the table. I made some sticky rice with honey if you two want to try it for dessert. I was trying to recreate something we had back home, but it didn't quite turn out. Of course I'll try it. And wasn't I supposed to have Stinky Head's portion too? Blue added, grinning. Since she's the slowest person on Earth and Mars. Mom, can you please tell him to stop Sometimes, Red snapped, letting Blue get to her for the first time in weeks. Blue just smirked wider, clearly satisfied. Blue, their mom said gently. Let's try to get along, okay? Aside from a few hiccups, she glanced at Red. We've actually adjusted remarkably well. Even my cooking is improving, right? Yes, Mom. Everything's super, red said, though her voice didn't quite match the words. So let's just enjoy the evening. Blue, you should appreciate the things Red does for you. And Red, I know you clean up after your brother more than he admits. Red does things for me? Blue gasped in mocked astonishment. Why she. Blue. Their mother warned again, this time with a pointed look. Red couldn't help it. She smiled for the first time in days. After dinner, Red escaped to her room, an English book in hand. She was supposed to read a few chapters for class, English being the only subject on Earth that challenged her. But the words blurred together. Tonight. Her mind kept drifting back to Lyle, to Blue's strange story, to the symbol. She flicked on her desk lamp and pulled open the bottom drawer where she'd hidden the charm. It was still there, cool and smooth in her palm. She rolled it between her fingers, watching how the light shimmered across its surface. Then she did what she always did when she didn't know what to think. She opened her notebook. On a fresh page, she began to write. Lyle, spiky flower, same shape as charm, said he knows where we're from. Could be a joke. But what if it's not. She carefully sketched the charm again, tracing its strange outer edges and the curve that curled through the middle. Her pencil paused at the center. That shape. What did it remind her of? She thought for a moment. Then, in big block letters she wrote, what do I know? Below that, a list. Dr. Hart's journal was coded, and I solved part of it. The stone reacts to touch. I switched it with a fake. No one knows. The charm reacts too, but differently. Heat ahum. Is it reacting to me? The coordinates led to an old research site. I didn't go in, but I wanted to. Dad said the investigation was dangerous. He told me to stop. He's aid. And now Lio. New student. Weird symbol, strange warning. She paused, then added, what if Dr. Hart wanted someone to keep going? What if I'm supposed to? She turned the charm over in her hand again. The lamplight gleamed faintly along its surface. So many clues, so many threads. She wasn't sure she could untangle them all on her own. Her father had asked her to stop the investigation. To protect the secret, yes, but maybe also to keep her in the dark. He didn't want her to learn the truth either. Whatever the truth was. Red hoped this was all just about aid plugging a leak, a glitch in the secret system. That would be manageable. But deep down she wasn't so sure. It would help if she had her friends, not just for research, but also for backup, and for believing in her when no one else would. Maybe, she admitted, she missed them. She always told herself that she could solve any mystery in minutes if she still had access to a Martian pad. But maybe what she really wanted was the gang. She couldn't tell them the truth, but could stop pushing them away. After she finally forced herself to finish the English reading, she crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling. Life had been simpler on Mars. Study hard. Hang out with friends at the outer ring domes. Watch the endless spread of stars. She missed those stars. And with that thought she drifted off to sleep. Red woke with a jolt, her heart pounding. For a moment she forgot where she was. The dream had been strange. She and Blue were standing on the red cliffs near the outer ring on Mars. Except the sky had been green, streaked with lightning, and Lyo was there too, watching her from a distance, not doing anything, just watching. Red sat up and rubbed her eyes. Weird. She looked over at the drawer where the charm was still hidden, and felt a flutter of nerves. There was something about Lio she couldn't shake. And Blue. Blue didn't know how to be cautious, not even a little. She'd have to watch out for him more than ever. From downstairs she heard singing. Ugh, it was too early. I bet the sky is blue today, too, she whispered. Her mother's voice echoed up the staircase in a warbling melody about fresh starts and bright new mornings. Red groaned and flopped back onto her pillow. But of course, Blue had snuck into her room, probably waiting to scare her or do something to her phone, when she awoke suddenly, thwarting his plans. What's wrong with your hair? He asked, stifling a laugh. Did a snowstorm blow through here? Red pulled the covers over her head. Get out. Blue, wearing one of his brightly colored shirts and mismatched bright yellow and neon green socks, stood triumphantly at the door like a proud work of modern art. You're welcome, he said, vanishing into the hallway. Red dragged herself out of bed, tugged on her comfiest jeans and hoodie, and stumbled into the bathroom. Naturally, Blue had left the faucet dripping and water was everywhere. The toothpaste cap was nowhere to be found. Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like toast and something slightly burned. Her mother beamed as she served up plates. Morning, Red. You're up early. For once, blame the singing, red muttered. Single. Sitting down, Blue grinned. You always look so serious in the morning. Like you're planning to take over Earth. Red didn't reply, but she did steal the last piece of toast off his plate later, as she walked to the bus stop, Red kept one hand tucked in her hoodie pocket, her fingers brushing the edge of her notebook. The feel of its spine grounded her on the yellow monstrosity. She took her usual seat beside Charlie. In front of them, Rachel was deeply immersed in a book so thick Red was convinced it could double as a doorstop. From the looks of it, she might not come up for air until next Tuesday. Everything looked normal, Red reminded herself. It had only been a day since she had pulled back from the gang. Everyone had bad days now and then, but to her it hadn't felt like a bad day. It felt like a shift, like everything had tilted just a bit. Charlie, of course, was completely oblivious to any such shift. He was talking non stop about some alien movie he'd seen, something with UFOs and Area 51. Then he started speculating what mystery they might tackle once he got over his cold. Judging by the mountain of tissues he was going through, that might be a while. Red nodded along, offering the occasional aha and yeah. But her thoughts were elsewhere. The charm in her pocket, the symbol Lio had drawn. The question that kept echoing louder in her head with each passing hour. What was she missing? The school hallway buzzed with the usual mix of slamming lockers, half awake conversations, and the squeak of rubber soles on tile. Red moved slower than usual, hugging her books to her chest as she passed through the crowd. She spotted them before they saw her. Alexa leaning against a locker, Kurt balancing a juice box on her head for no apparent reason. Rachel nose deep in that same book with a cover featuring a flaming spaceship and Charlie wearing his backpack backwards. They had gotten off the bus together, yet they were all there before her. Maybe Blue was right. She might just be the slowest on Earth and Mars. Red hesitated. Then before she could talk herself out of it, she walked over. Alexa noticed her first. Well, look who it is, she said with a grin. How are things? Are you ready to get up in front of the class and read those chapters for English? Rachel didn't even look up. You guys didn't finish that book yet. I read that ages ago. You are too slow. You missed the excitement at lunch yesterday. What happened? Did Kurt eat all the meatballs and did someone complain? Nope. Charlie ate glue in art class again. Charlie frowned. It was an honest mistake. I thought it was frosting, Charlie, kurt said flatly. It was Gray. I was hungry. Okay? Red rolled her eyes but smiled. The knot in her stomach loosened a little. Sorry I've been weird, she said. Things have been complicated. Complicated is kind of our group motto, alexa said, bumping her shoulder. You're good. Red was about to say more when Blue appeared out of nowhere holding a crumpled napkin like it was radioactive. Hey, that kid was here again, he said, eyes wide. Red blinked. Lio? Yeah, he said you'd understand this. He handed her the napkin. Red unfolded it. Carefully. Drawn in shaky lines was a symbol she recognized instantly. It matched the charm exactly. Her smile vanished. And that is the end of this part. Good night, sleep tight. Sa.
