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crash across the room, this time
in the opposite corner, nearest to where Sam and I were sitting. A photo
frame slid to the floor, silver splinters of glass spidering out from the frame like a small explosion. The color drained from my face. It
was a photo of Matthew and I .
    “No way,” said Shelby, drained of color, scrunching her face
to hold back a sob of fear. “No way. I told you this
was devil worship stuff. No way am I sticking around to see what comes next.
Screw you guys!” She threw a look of fear and loathing over her shoulder as she
fled the clubhouse.
    I stood there and watched her flee and wondered if I should
do the same myself. But my feet were rooted to the floor, and the room was
closing in around me. Why did everyone sound so far away?
    “Melody!” someone shouted, I think it was Sam, as I slid
into darkness.

 

09. G.
    “I feel terrible.” Tara sat across from me in the back
corner booth at The Blossom. “We had an argument after you guys left, you know?
The whole thing with the picture of her and her brother crashing to the ground;
I think it brought it all back to her. I didn't mean to. I thought I knew what
I was doing, using the crystal. But turns out, I remembered what I read wrong.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked, reaching across to put my hand
in hers. Even though this wasn't a romantic moment, just my skin on hers made
my heart skip a beat. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying instead of
what it might be like to kiss her. She was wearing shimmery pink lip gloss
today, and it made her lips look extra ripe.
    WTF, G.? Concentrate.
    She squeezed my hand back and gave me a half-hearted smile.
“After I left, I went home and did a search on the Internet about using the
crystal on the board like that. It turns out that it's not protective. Instead
it makes it easier for the spirits to communicate. If I hadn't put the stupid
thing out there, we might just have had a good time with Colton and Tyler's
prank, but instead... God, I'm dumb.”
    “That’s not true.”
    She shook her head, cutting me off. “I should have thought
about it before we tried it in the clubhouse. Of course that was a bad idea. Maybe we shouldn’t have tried it at
all. Sometimes… I just don’t think .”
    I was out of my depth. I didn't know anything about the
occult or whatever, being more of a facts versus fiction kind of guy, but I did
know one thing for sure. The only thing on my mind when Colton was fooling
around was keeping Tara safe. It felt good and weird at the same time, to have
that surge of adrenaline pumping through my system. I wondered why I never felt
that way back at my old school, when douchebag Dixon harassed me.
    “Don't worry about it,” I said. “Melody won't stay mad
forever. I'm sure she just has to get over the shock.”
    “Right?” she said, looking up at me, hoping.
    “Anyways, I was thinking, maybe we could go see a movie
tomorrow night? I've got hot dog night with Dad tonight, but tomorrow that new
horror movie is opening--”
    “How about we go see a regular movie instead? Maybe not horror.”
    “Deal,” I said. “Pick you up at eight?”
    “Deal.”

 

10. SAM
    I held the door open for Melody as we exited Smitty’s. The
morning was already too warm to see the steam from her coffee in the air;
summer was definitely here. “I can't believe I am sticking up for her,” I said,
feeling like a traitor to myself, “But you should probably get over it already
and forgive her.”
    “Sam, she brought a Spirit Board into my brother's room and
conjured up some dark entity that smashed up his picture.” I should have
trusted my gut.
    “It's not your brother's room, and it hasn't been for a long
time. You know that. And besides, none of us actually thought it would work, least of all Tara -- you know how she is about that
stuff.” I was torn between wanting to hug her, which she would not like, and wanting to snap at her for being so stubborn. “You're
ruining our