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Olive Corbett is not crazy. Not anymore.
She obediently takes her meds and stays under the radar at school. After “the incident,” Olive just wants to avoid any more trouble, so she knows the smartest thing is to stay clear of the new girl who is rumored to have quite the creepy past.
But there’s no avoiding Miranda Vaile. As mousy Miranda edges her way into the popular group, right up to the side of queen bee Katie – and pushes the others right out – only Olive seems to notice that something strange is going on. Something almost . . . parasitic. Either Olive is losing her grip on reality, or Miranda Vaile is stealing Katie’s life.
But who would ever believe crazy Olive, the girl who has a habit of letting her imagination run away with her? And what if Olive is the next target?
A chilling psychological thriller that tears through themes of identity, loss, and toxic friendship, Shift will leave readers guessing until the final pages.
come to help. There was a moment’s silence. Then Katie began to laugh. ‘Oh my god! That was amazing. I seriously thought that was Miss Falippi out there.’ Cam guffawed. ‘Awesome!’ ‘That’s not cool,’ said Lachlan, shaking his head, but he was drowned out by Paige and Justine’s giggling. ‘What a pathetic, sick joke,’ I said, anger making me tremble. Miranda’s eyes were on me straight away. ‘It’s Miss Falippi who’s the joke. How does a drug addict like her get to be in charge of a classroom
standing up the front when we arrived, dressed in her unstructured layered clothes and jangling, dangling jewellery. One hand held her usual mug of foul-smelling herbal tea and the other fiddled with her locket. I used to look at that silver disc all the time, wondering what little secret was tucked away inside it. A photo of her hippie boyfriend? A lock of hair from a child she’d been forced to give up at birth? A stash of weed to get her through the day? That would explain why she sometimes
her.’ Miranda pointed at me. ‘She should leave.’ ‘Me? I’m not the one Katie’s terrified of,’ I shot back. I was shaking – from anger – but I knew it made me look scared. ‘You’re the one who should go.’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ said the nurse crisply. ‘Miranda is part of the recovery team. She has volunteered to sit with Katie during all her meals and encourage her to eat. She’s Katie’s healthy-weight role model.’ That left me unable to speak. How could anyone mistake Miranda for a role model?
would sidle up to her – still suspecting that she was in charge and that this sitting-around business was all part of it. But Miranda completely ignored them and eventually they retreated for good. As I was watching her do this one day, something from the shapeshifter website popped into my head – the bit that described how shifters ‘faded into the background’ when they’d returned to their search phase. And even though I made myself repeat a hundred times there’s no such thing as shifters, I
squeeze the sadness and worry out of her. Or the guilt out of myself. ‘You know,’ I said, ‘Ami says it gets easier.’ Instantly Mum stiffened. I usually avoided mentioning Ami to Mum. Talking about her always seemed to lead to more worry and hassle. For some reason, though, I didn’t feel like hiding our friendship today. ‘Jeez, Mum,’ I said. ‘It’s not like she’ll give away any family secrets.’ Mum made a weird noise – a snorting sort of laugh. ‘Well, I know that,’ she said. I pulled away,