Chapter Twenty-Nine

Rebecca hung up the phone. She couldn't believe Katie could be so Gullibe. Right after the play, now entitled "Ghost Boy-Human Boy", Dash would dump her in front of the entire school.

Who would pick a title like that anyway? Only someone with no taste whatsoever.

She glanced at the clock. Soon, her other plans would be put into motion.

She was loving every second of it.

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"Interesting."

Sam turned around to face the last person she expected to see.

Shelly Wakamoto, one of Harriet's co-workers at Channel 8 was standing there, scribbling notes in a Purple Notebook.

"Peggy St. James and Sammantha Manson? Tell me, what is the cause of this encounter? Especially after the later was just accused of murdering one of the Firsts' Granddaughter's best friends." She stuck out her tounge, "Boy, that was a mouthful."

"Actually I was going to hire her to take care of you," Mrs. St. James said sarcastically, "Don't you have anything better to do than bug me?"

"Why Peggy, I'm hurt."

"Go cry me a river."

"If you cry I'll get a story."

"Are you seriously that pathetic?"

"Yes."

Peg turned around and sulked back into her house. "This conversation is over."

Shelly, losing interest, turned to Sam, "So, Ms. Manson-"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Fine." Shelly turned and struted back down the street to her mercedes, but before she got back in, she said to Sam, "You know, if you talked to me, you could clear yourself in the public eye."

Sam turned and sighed, "Since when do I care what everyone else thinks?"

She sickened herself upon realizing she did.

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Rebecca turned on the lamp. It was getting dark and she was staring at the figure across the street. She flung open the window and said plainly, "Go Home."

The boy didn't budge. His intense stare never lingered. Rebecca repeated herself, "Go Home Tyler."

The boy smirked and walked down the street to the house on the corner. He paused before entering. And kept pausing...

Rebecca was too distracted by the phone ringing to realize the kid was dialing his cell phone.

She picked up the phone, annoyed when she heard the theme for CSI come on. Why did people have to call at the most inconvient times.

"Hello?"

"Becca"

"Tyler, I said go home."

"Just letting you know, I'm no longer available."

"For the last time, I never had a crush on you!"

"Not that! I can't go to the mall on Friday. I have a bit of a... dilemma."

"If it's the fact that you still look like your Seven, only taller, get over it."

"Look, I don't have time for this. Goodbye."

Rebecca hung up the phone for the second time that night, surpressing shivers. No matter how many times she talked to the boy down the street, she could help getting a tad creeped out.