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the bills.”
    Mary’s head drooped. No, fortunetelling didn’t
pay the bills, but it was several degrees safer. “I guess I don’t
have to worry too much if Chowder is the worst you get. Just be
careful. I don’t want to come home and find you doing a Linda
Blair.”
    Gran squeezed her shoulders. “Don’t worry about
your old grandma. I’ve been doing this a long time, and I have yet
to run across a spirit I couldn’t handle.”
    “ I know.”
    Changing the subject, her grandmother asked,
“How was your first day of school?”
    “ How do you think?” Mary chopped the
potatoes harder.
    “ Maybe this year will be different. I have
a feeling,” the old woman said as she combed her hair with her
fingers.
    “ Or maybe you need some Alka
Seltzer.”

    Chapter 4
    New Friend?

    Mary stood at her locker, sorting through her
textbooks. It was TAB, ‘Take-A-Break’, a fifteen-minute break
between first and second period. Students milled around the halls,
not having to be anywhere. Rachel had disappeared at the beginning
of TAB. She’d made Mary swear to alibi her if anyone asked. Mary
prayed that her best friend wasn’t spiking Vicky’s shampoo with
hair remover. Not because she didn’t want Vicky to lose all of her
hair, but because Mary knew that somehow she would end up with the
ISS.
    "Hey there, deserter.”
    Startled, Mary fumbled her book, and it
clattered to the bottom of the locker.
    She turned to look at Cy. He flashed a smile at
her and leaned on the locker next to hers. Mary’s mind whirled as
she took in the fact that he was there, talking to her, and seemed
happy to see her. Her brain was having difficulty believing all of
this, but she was kind of happy to see him too. Then she analyzed
what he’d said. It didn’t make much sense. "What?”
    He crossed his arms and stared back at her. “You
know yesterday, after English, when Vicky came up and began trying
to talk to me. Emphasis on the try. You left me trapped with her.
Whatever happened to leave no man behind?”
    Mary ducked her head. She did feel a little
guilty for ditching him now. “I thought you might want to talk to
her.” She ran her hand over the stack of books in the locker as she
tried to remember what class she had next. She’d known a moment
ago.
    “ Really? I think if given the choice I’d
rather have a root canal without the anesthesia.”
    She smirked at that. Cy had figured out how to
get quickly into her good graces: Bash Vicky. She glanced at him
out of the corner of her eye and saw him grin at her again. He had
a nice smile. She liked that he smiled at her, but she was worried
about how much she liked it. She fixed her eyes back on her locker.
From the bottom, she pulled her Latin book out. She scrunched her
brow. She had Latin next, right? She did take Latin, didn’t she? If
she didn’t, what was she doing with this book? Was this what
happened to her classmates?
    “ So how’d you get away?” she
asked.
    “ I told her I had to fill out some
paperwork because I’m a new student, and it would take like an hour
before I was done, and not even she is that tenacious, so she left.
I tried to find you, but you’d vanished.”
    “ But why?”
    "Why what?”
    “ Why’d you want to catch up with
me?”
    “ I thought since you were like the first
person I’d met here, and we have a class together, and you seemed
fun that--”
    This had gone on long enough. Mary shoved the
Latin book into her bag, not caring if it weren’t her next class.
She turned and looked him in the eye. “You are so mistaken.”
    “ About what?”
    “ About me being fun.”
    “ We made each other laugh
yesterday.”
    “ I wasn’t myself,” she
muttered.
    He laughed at that.
    She looked him in the eye. “You really think I’m
fun?”
    He grinned. “Yeah, I do. May I hang out with
you? Is there a formal application process? I have excellent
references.”
    She averted her eyes. “Thanks, but trust me, you
don’t want to be associated