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тАЬElizabethтАФIтАФyouтАФyou arenтАЩtтАФyou arenтАЩt yourself and thatтАЩs all there is to it!тАЭ

тАЬAntonia, you old sot, youтАЩve never spoken truer words. Better tell me where my shoes are.тАЭ I leaned
in closer and grinned at her. She blanched and I heard her breathing stop. тАЬYou should see what
happened to the last two guys who pissed me off.тАЭ
 тАЬTheyтАЩre probably in her bedroom,тАЭ a voice said softly from behind me. I turned and there was my best
friend, Jessica, standing in the entryway. Her eyes were red-rimmed. She was wearing a long black
see-through skirt over black leggings, a black turtleneck, and her hair was skinned back in a bun so tight
it forced her eyebrows up into a look of perpetual surprise. She had forgone makeup to show she was in
mourning. I hadnтАЩt seen Jessica without mascara since seventh grade. тАЬMrs. Taylor would have wasted
no time in putting them away, you know.тАЭ Then she burst into tears. тАЬOh, Liz, I thought you were dead!
We all thought you were dead!тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt call me that, you know I hate that. And I sort of am,тАЭ I said as she rushed toward me. Before
she hit my embrace, I put a hand on my stepmonsterтАЩs face and shoved very, very gentlyтАФshe flew
sideways and her ass hit the Laz-E-Boy. тАЬItтАЩs a long story. Prepare to be regaled.тАЭ

Then my oldest friend wept against my neck while I steered her toward the back bedroom. I glanced
back and saw my stepmother staring in stunned silence while my father fixed himself another drink.

CHAPTER SIX



тАЬтАжand then I decided to get my shoes back and here I am. Honey, can you let go of me for a minute?тАЭ

Jess had been clutching my hand with both of hers the entire time I told her what had happened, and let
go with great reluctance. тАЬI canтАЩt believe it,тАЭ sheтАЩd kept saying, shaking her head so hard it gave me a
headache to watch. тАЬI just canтАЩt believe it.тАЭ

We were on our knees in the AntтАЩs walk-in closet. I was carefully inspecting my shoes and putting them
inside the skirt of my stepmotherтАЩs fourteen hundred dollar ball gown (what forty-five year old woman
needs a ball gown, for crying out loud?). My father and stepmother were hiding in the living room, too
afraid to come back and talk to me, to find out what happened. I could smell their fear and uneaseтАФit
was like burning plasticтАФand while not having to face them any longer was a relief, I felt bad all the
same.

тАЬI just canтАЩt believe it,тАЭ Jess said again.

тАЬYoucanтАЩt believe it?тАЭ I said. тАЬTry waking up dead and attempting to grasp the situation. ItтАЩs taken me
almost two days to get used to the idea. Or at least to start to start to get used to the idea. And IтАЩm not
even sure how it happened, or what IтАЩm supposed toтАФтАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt give ashit ,тАЭ Jessica said. тАЬYouтАЩre aliveтАФsort ofтАФwalking and talking, anyway, and thatтАЩs all I
care about.тАЭ She threw her arms around me again. She weighs about ninety pounds and it was like being
grabbed by a bundle of sticks. тАЬLiz, IтАЩm so happy youтАЩre here! Today was the worst day of my life!тАЭ

тАЬWhat a coincidence!тАЭ I cried, and we both got the giggles. I added, тАЬAnd donтАЩt call me Liz, youknow
I hate it.тАЭ