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One of the ghosts ca my diary I don&039;t knohy I bothered I&039;d write full steam for about a week and then totally lose interest My closet was full of ninety journals that were only used through the first fifteen pages

Marc had just left after begging ain, to have a carrot cake instead of chocolate The ed cross words and then he huffed out Jessica was asleep (It o AM) Tina was out on the town, probably feeding (I was careful not to ask) Sinclair was so in front of my closet with her back tofroh the door I don&039;t even knohy I turned around She&039;d been as noisy as a dead battery I just did And there she was

I sat there for athe instant dizziness This happened occasionally Part of the queen thing The first time I&039;d been scared shitless Ironically, I was terrified of dead things

I wasn&039;t used to it, exactly, but at least these days I didn&039;t go tearing out of the rooe in the driveway

"Um," I said

She pulled her head out and looked at me, amazed "You have a lot of shoes"

"Thanks"

"More than Payless"

I concealed a shudder "Thanks" We stared at each other She was a s, with her hair pulled up in an I-Dream-of-Jeannie ponytail She was blue-eyed and had lots of caramel-colored freckles all over her face and hands She earing beat-up blue jeans and a booger-colored turtleneck Battered black flats; no socks Freckles on the tops of her feet, too

"I&039;ht be dead"

"I&039;m really sorry to have to tell you this," I replied, "but you are"

She sat down on my floor and cried for about ten minutes I didn&039;t knohat to say or do I couldn&039;t leave, though that was ive her so way

I couldn&039;t touch her-hosts, and it was horrible Like plunging your li was out of the question "There, there" see back to my journal So I just stayed in my desk chair and watched her and waited

After a while, she said, "Sorry"