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watching it fall back. “We aren’t locked in.”
    Brynne’s eyebrows shot up. “Of course not.”
    It turned to Brynne. “What’s your name?”
    She shook her head pitifully, then gripped each of my shoulders, and stared into my eyes. “My name is Brynne Peterson! You and I are friends! We’ve lived down the street from each other since freshman year!”
    If I had eyes, I would’ve rolled them. I mean, hello? My body was zombied, not deaf.
    The zombie turned toward the door, then glanced back again. “Are we close friends, Brynne?”
    “We’re best friends.” Her tone sounded high-pitched, like she was talking to a five-year-old. “You, Nicole, and I are best friends.”
    Uh, if we were best friends, shouldn’t she realize that wasn’t even me she was talking to? Especially since it was acting so slow? Highly insulting.
    It reached around Brynne’s wrists, and held each of her hands. “I’m glad we’re best friends, Brynne. Because I don’t have amnesia.”
    She frowned and tried to pull her hands free, but it wouldn’t let her. “What do you mean?”
    My possessed body pulled her toward the double doors. “I need your help. And you’re going to have to trust me.”
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    I had never given any thought as to how a spirit could travel, but when that spook, who inhabited my body, got Brynne in the car, I figured I’d better map this one out quick. Didn’t take long for me to realize I could just tag along in the back seat, which is where I hovered for the duration of the ride.
    “Here you go.” Brynne slammed the brakes of her sports car, screeching to a halt in front of my house. “If you don’t have amnesia, I don’t see why you couldn’t drive your own car. But whatever. I trust you, Amy.”
    Although Brynne should’ve known I’d never ask her to miss class for me, I was touched she’d done it. Her perfect attendance record would now be flawed and she would have to face the wrath of her parents for that.
    “I appreciate the ride, Brynne. Thanks.” My body snatcher slung my backpack over its shoulder and gripped the body of my purse in its hands instead of holding the short handles.
    Brynne stuck her head out the car window as my body walked up the front steps. “I’ll call you later!”
    Without my body, I floated through the front door easily, and waited while the zombie located my keys and grappled with the lock. It sucked being in my own house but not really being here physically. Why did the zombie want to go to my place? What would it do here? When my mom and stepdad got home in a few hours with my little brother, they probably wouldn’t even notice this walking Amy wasn’t me.
    The thought made me want to cry. Nobody paid attention to me the way they did with Jimmy. They acted like everything he did was perfection, from grades to losing a tooth. But, me? I was always wasting my “potential.” My mom had her new life her new family, and I wondered why she even kept me around. She probably felt obligated to keep me since she’s a responsible person. And it’s not like she could dump me off on my dad. A few years ago, he’d taken that photography job and now he had to travel all over the world.
    If my mom saw me right now, she’d probably spin my getting zombied into my fault. As if I’d done something to provoke the spirit, like playing with Nicole’s lame Ouija board when all I’d wanted to do was get ready for my date. So not fair.
    The front door opened and my body strode in, wandering from room to room downstairs until it found the kitchen. I followed it, watching it toss my purse on the counter carelessly, the beads getting scratched as the bag slid across the granite. Then the zombie chucked my backpack toward the counter but missed it by inches. My backpack fell to the floor so hard the zipper split open and books spilled onto the hardwood floor.
    With barely a glance at what the mess it had caused, it opened the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of orange juice and