The bell rings to go to our next class and my gaze meets Jezza's."Do you think something happened?" she asks.Before I can answer, I hear a whistle. Melanie frantically waves at us from the entrance.I grab my backpack and race to meet her. "What's going on?""Sorry. I got caught and have to do det
Five a.m. is way too early to be functional. I trip over a bush as Jezza, Melanie, and I hike to the nearest bus stop that will take us into town. I wore jeans, sneakers, and my favorite pink top. Jezza wore a plain blue skirt and her white polo shirt from school. While Melanie wore ripped jeans and
"Trust me, one of my friends will meet us." At least I hope they will. None of us had been in contact since I went to Hallowhaven. Either they were too busy with their lives or I was dealing with ghosts I accidentally raised. My heart squeezes thinking about Ben and Kiarr. And I miss Jacques too. Wh
The bell rings and the hallways are crammed with students. A few I recognize, smiling at them. Some smile back before blinking and jerking away. Others just walk past me like I'm not there."Search the crowds," I tell Jezza and Melanie. "We could get lucky and spot her."But that plan doesn't work a
For a long moment, I stand on Amelia's porch, staring at the closed door. My whole life is one huge tangled mess. And why hadn't anyone told me about Amelia?There had to be a way to help her with the scars. And since plastic surgery isn't working to cover them up, there had to be a magical reason.
The wraith screams and I'm thrown into the kitchen wall. My head is whirling. I can't stand up. Each time I try, my legs buckle.I blink. The image in front of me doesn't make sense.My aunt is suspended in the air between me and the wraith. She makes gurgling sounds."No," I cry, struggling to get
I walk through the bleachers at the packed stadium, looking for Gwen. The marching band blares our school's fight song-correction-my old school.When I spot her silver head, a few rows over, I nearly trip climbing over the benches to reach her. Rachel is sitting next to her and even though I knew th
I don't know how long I sit on the sidewalk, sulking, but I scrub a hand down my face. The wraith won't care that I'm heartbroken or how I can't get Ben and Kiarr back. Or that I am missing Jacques's French accent and his kiss. How I was wrong to let my fear and prejudice come between us. I push to