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Chapter Five: Rein-whatsitwas

"We don't have time to be worrying about this, you guys! We've got stuff to do- like practice, perform, and… practice, and… perform! We don't have time to be worrying about ghosties and monsters under the bed!" Dewey exclaimed to the group as they stood in the practice room.

"Yeah, but Dewey!" A bunch of the teens whined.

"NO!" He yelled, raising his arms as if shielding himself from their attack. "I know… It's creepilicious. Ha… new word. But anyways, Summer isn't here to help us at all either, and she's the one with the journal. Not my problem. So the house is haunted… who gives?"

"Why isn't Summer here?" Zack inquired.

"She called in sick, I dunno, dude! Don't ask me! She's Summer! All she said was that she was mucho freaked-outo, and that we could possibly be the rein-whatsitwas of people of the past." Dewey shrugged. Kids these days were so curious. Oops, teens now, he thought.

"WHAT?!?!"

"Whoa, Dewey man, slow down…" Freddy urged. "She thinks we were what?"

Dewey rolled his eyes. "Come on! We're cutting into practice time and we have a gig in two days!!" Their gazes were as unrelenting as a principal of an extremely prestigious prep school listening to a young Freddy give lame excuses of how he absolutely could not have been the culprit to whatever crime it had been. Dewey sighed. "Okay. Let me think… She said we wasn't feeling too hot case she had a fever or something. Then she told me to tell you guys that she read part of the journal- and that these people who were here forever ago were just like us. Uh… Something about Freddy being married only not and then a Courtney was mentioned and Eleni and Michelle only not being happy and a jealous Katie and Tomika, Marta, and Alicia singing at a bar thing and all of you guys only not you guys and me only not me and it all took place back then… and yeah."

After his "hard-remembering", the room fell silent. They were all gaping at him with either confused or creepilicious expressions.

"So… does this mean we can practice now?" He asked hopefully.

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"Mom! Why can't I have gone to practice?!" Summer cried grumpily from under the comforting sheets of her bed.

"You have a fever. And you already called Dewey to say you weren't. You know this. Now get some rest and relax that growing mind of yours!" Her mother ordered. So Mom… Summer thought after her bedroom door was closed. Well, might as well get something productive done…

Dear Journal, March 28, 1885

I feel so alone. Will asked April to court and now that pair, as well as the other couple who I prefer not to speak of, are always going out on dates and outings together, leaving me here. I mean, I love my other friends and Mr. Trellin dearly, but none were closer than Jordan, Will, and April.

I begin to think that April is right, and that I am just jealous of that wicked Harriet. Oh, but I can't help it! Jordan has been a dear friend, and even more at times, for most of my life! And he goes and proposes to Harriet…

I suppose I should be happy for them like Morgan and Julianna, as well as April and Will, but I just… can't. Not when I'm so unhappy.

Victoria.

Dear Journal,April 5, 1885

Camilla, Sally, and Becka happened to be singing for a man who is in the music business. He has asked them to join his choir as soon as we graduate! I knew they were excellent and I am so glad that their talent has been recognized at last! I will miss them so much though when they go on tour throughout the Eastern states along with the rest of the orchestra and choir.

Jordan talked to me about everything last night. I would consider it having been romantic, if it weren't for the fact he were engaged and didn't seem to be acting the same around me. Here's what I can recall:

We walked down the path of the creek at night time, and the moon was shining brighter than ever.

"Why Harriet, of all people, Jordan? I try to be happy for you two, really I do. It's just… I don't think she likes me all that much to be truthful." I admitted.

He just smiled it off. "If you'd take the chance to get to know her like I do now, you'll realize you have a lot more in common than you think."

"I don't want to have anything in common with her." My mouth moved before I could stop it. I quickly clasped a hand over it, as though it would keep going on and on if I didn't. Thank the Lord Jordan just laughed. He was surprisingly light-hearted about the situation, considering…

"You never resist your mind, do you, Tori?" He chuckled. "Look… I know you may not like her that much and I understand completely. It's just… I don't know. I love her, Tori. I really think I do. But no matter how much I love her- I'll always love you just as much- but as a dear friend. You are one of my best, closest friends, Tori. I can't stand having you mad at me like this. Please try harder to be happy for us."

What could I have done? Yelled 'No! You should marry me instead!'? I couldn't resist…

"Of course, Jordan…"

And we walked in silence to our homes.

So, I'm kind of at peace for now. I still love Jordan so much…

Victoria

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