I turn the knob and push open the door. Agnes lets go of my arm and slides her hand along the wall until she finds the light switch. A fluorescent light flickers on above us, revealing two cars parked side by side. One is the Atwoods' regular car, a white Toyota. I've seen Agnes's parents driving it around Mursey, picking her up from school, filling it with gas at the Shell station on Buckley Road. The other is an old, silver Chevy I ain't seen before."My sister's car," Agnes says, like she's reading my mind. "She's still at college, so nobody's using it.""Won't she be home for summer soon, though?"Agnes shrugs. "We need it more than she does."I can't argue with that. Agnes and I toss our backpacks in the back. Neither of our bags are heavy. We just packed what we absolutely needed. "Hop in, Utah," I say, patting the backseat. She climbs onto the seat and licks the side of my face before I shut the door.Agnes gets into the passenger seat and I run to turn off the garage light before I slide behind the wheel. Above my head, attached to the visor, is an automatic garage door opener."Will your parents hear?""No," Agnes says. "They sleep like rocks."My heart is pounding and my hands are slick with sweat as I shove one of the keys into the ignition. It takes me a few tries to get it to turn over, and the revving is so loud it makes me flinch. Her parents had better sleep like the dead, or else we ain't even getting out of the driveway. The clock on the dashboard lights up and tells me it's just past three a.m."Agnes," I say, almost choking on her name. "You sure you wanna do this?""No." She turns her head, and this time she's looking right at me. "But I'm doing it anyway." Excerpted from Run by Kody Keplinger 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.