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woods tonight , Emily decided. And this time I’m taking Drew and Vicky with me!

CHAPTER 6
    â€œSo the sleepover party is definitely happening?” Vicky asked that evening when Emily went over to hang out. Vicky had just finished beating Emily in a game of Ping-Pong. They were each stretched out across a different tattered, overstuffed chair with their legs dangling over one of the chair’s thick arms and their heads resting against the other. Drew looked on from the corner of the room, where he was restringing his guitar.
    â€œYep, everything’s on,” Emily replied. “My friends and I always do something special at the end of the school year. Last year we went to an amusement park. This year we thought a party would be fun and a sleepover party would be extra fun. What’d your parents say? You guys allowed to come?”
    â€œI’m not sure,” Drew said, never taking his eyes off the neck of his guitar. He tightened a string, then pulled another one from the package.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Emily said. “I thought you guys wanted to come. You know, since you don’t go to school, this is a way you can be part of a group of friends.”
    Vicky looked at her brother, then at Emily. “We do want to come,” she said. “It’s just that we haven’t been able to nail our parents down about going over to your house.”
    â€œWhy not?” Emily asked. “You know my mom won’t let me officially invite you to the sleepover until she’s spent more than two minutes with you. And she’d really like to meet your parents, too. What’s the problem?”
    â€œYou know, they’re weird,” Vicky replied, slightly defensively. “Lots of people have weird parents. I mean, are your parents totally normal?”
    Emily shook her head. She couldn’t figure out what the big deal could be with Mr. and Mrs. Strig, but it wasn’t worth pushing too hard and risking her friendship with Drew and Vicky. “No, of course not,” she said. “My parents are weird just like everyone else’s. I mean, the other day my dad asked if he could come over withme and play foosball with you guys. And when I told him about the idea for the sleepover, he suggested we go play miniature golf instead. He is such a weirdo!”
    Vicky and Drew both laughed.
    â€œAnyway,” Emily continued, “there’s something else I wanted to talk to you both about.”
    Vicky sat up. Drew continued working on the guitar’s sixth and final string.
    Emily went on, “Last night, when I left your house, almost as soon as I stepped out, I heard—I heard—oh, boy, I just realized how weird this is going to sound. Well, I heard the wolf again.”
    Vicky’s eyes opened wide. “The wolf from your dream?” she asked.
    â€œIt sure sounded like the same one,” Emily explained. “But I didn’t actually see it.”
    Drew put down his guitar and walked over to the girls. “Well, at least we know you weren’t dreaming.”
    â€œUnless, of course, you were sleepwalking when you were over here.”
    â€œVicky!” Emily cried.
    â€œJust a joke. So what did you do when you heard the wolf?”
    â€œWell, the sound was coming from the woods behind your house,” Emily began.
    â€œReally?” Drew interrupted.
    â€œWithout a doubt,” Emily said.
    â€œThat’s strange,” Drew said. “I didn’t hear a thing.”
    â€œMe neither,” Vicky added. “So what did you do?”
    â€œI went into the woods to see what was going on,” Emily replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I know, you’re going to say, ‘Are you crazy, going into the woods by yourself to find a wolf—a huge, man-eating monster?’”
    â€œNo,” Vicky said. “Actually, what I was going to say was that you’re pretty brave for