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ghosts in my house.”
“Fiona, don’t you think we should just look for Mrs. Martin?” Aimee suggested. “We’re all here together tonight. It’s perfect! We should go right up to the attic and introduce ourselves.”
While Aimee was on a mission to ghost hunt, Fiona was ready to make like a ghost and disappear. Madison had to do something.
“Aimee, why don’t we just talk about something else and forget about Mrs. Martin and her dress for a while?” Madison said lightheartedly. “It is Fiona’s party.”
Aimee looked at Madison and then at Fiona, a little flustered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so carried away. I promise I won’t talk about the ghost anymore.”
In a teeny voice Fiona said, “Thanks, Aimee.”
The girls brought their hot chocolate mugs to the kitchen for refills and then raced up to Fiona’s bedroom. Aimee flopped on the bed and looked over at Fiona’s massive stuffed animal collection. She liked the pink iguana the best.
“My mom would flip if I collected that many stuffed animals. She’d say, ‘The only thing you’re collecting is DUST!’”
Madison scanned Fiona’s shelves and yanked down an old yearbook. The cover was red with gold foil, the colors of Fiona’s old school in California. Half the pages had the corners turned down and someone had written in Magic Marker on the back cover, Thanks for a fun year! Fiona showed them all photographs of her old friends.
“I have to show you guys something else,” Fiona said, leaning under her bed to get a huge box. Inside was every copy of Sports Illustrated for Kids. She had a plastic folder filled with articles and photos of the U.S. women’s World Cup soccer team. “They are my favorite team.”
Aimee rolled onto the floor. “Did I tell you that I saw Mrs. Wing and her husband in the school lobby yesterday?” she said.
“What? No!” Fiona giggled. “What does he look like?”
“He’s really tall and very cute!” Aimee squealed. “He had on dark glasses.”
“I’ve seen pictures in the computer lab. How tall is he?” Madison asked.
Aimee shrugged. “Tall, tall. And cute. She is soooo lucky.”
“Do you really think he’s a spy?” Madison asked.
“A spy?” Aimee cracked up. “Where did you hear that one?”
“From you,” Madison said, grinning at Aimee.
“Maybe he is,” Fiona said. “Maybe he’s undercover.”
“In Far Hills?” Madison asked.
“Deep undercover,” Fiona replied.
For a split second Madison considered the idea that Mr. Wing, Spy King, might make a good subject for the TweenBlurt.com story contest. Maybe he was a covert operative for the junior high school confederation, caught in an international web … of intrigue!
Aimee’s stomach grumbled and the friends burst into laughter.
“Let’s get another snack,” Fiona said. The girls headed back into the kitchen for microwave popcorn.
“I still can’t stop thinking about poor Mrs. Martin,” Aimee said in a low voice. “How claustrophobic.”
Fiona, who was sitting on the edge of the counter, threw a dishtowel at Aimee.
“Hey!” Aimee said. “What was that for?”
“I told you not to bring up the ghost!” Fiona said. “Mentioning a ghost on the way home from school or even in the middle of a dark graveyard is okay. But talking about one above my bedroom isn’t.”
“Aimee, you promised!” Madison said.
“I know! I’m sorry. I won’t talk about her,” Aimee said. “But the thing is … What if we have a séance and see if the ghost answers? Then we’ll know if Mrs. Martin is really here.”
“Now?” Fiona said. “A séance?”
“Let’s do something other than sit around and eat,” Aimee said. “Come on, Fiona, don’t be scared. We’ll all be there.”
“Can’t we just talk about boys and other people from school instead?” Fiona asked.
“How about Ivy? She’s pretty scary, isn’t she?” Madison chuckled.
“No! You have to do this séance with me,” Aimee said.
“Fiona, don’t you think we should just look for Mrs. Martin?” Aimee suggested. “We’re all here together tonight. It’s perfect! We should go right up to the attic and introduce ourselves.”
While Aimee was on a mission to ghost hunt, Fiona was ready to make like a ghost and disappear. Madison had to do something.
“Aimee, why don’t we just talk about something else and forget about Mrs. Martin and her dress for a while?” Madison said lightheartedly. “It is Fiona’s party.”
Aimee looked at Madison and then at Fiona, a little flustered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so carried away. I promise I won’t talk about the ghost anymore.”
In a teeny voice Fiona said, “Thanks, Aimee.”
The girls brought their hot chocolate mugs to the kitchen for refills and then raced up to Fiona’s bedroom. Aimee flopped on the bed and looked over at Fiona’s massive stuffed animal collection. She liked the pink iguana the best.
“My mom would flip if I collected that many stuffed animals. She’d say, ‘The only thing you’re collecting is DUST!’”
Madison scanned Fiona’s shelves and yanked down an old yearbook. The cover was red with gold foil, the colors of Fiona’s old school in California. Half the pages had the corners turned down and someone had written in Magic Marker on the back cover, Thanks for a fun year! Fiona showed them all photographs of her old friends.
“I have to show you guys something else,” Fiona said, leaning under her bed to get a huge box. Inside was every copy of Sports Illustrated for Kids. She had a plastic folder filled with articles and photos of the U.S. women’s World Cup soccer team. “They are my favorite team.”
Aimee rolled onto the floor. “Did I tell you that I saw Mrs. Wing and her husband in the school lobby yesterday?” she said.
“What? No!” Fiona giggled. “What does he look like?”
“He’s really tall and very cute!” Aimee squealed. “He had on dark glasses.”
“I’ve seen pictures in the computer lab. How tall is he?” Madison asked.
Aimee shrugged. “Tall, tall. And cute. She is soooo lucky.”
“Do you really think he’s a spy?” Madison asked.
“A spy?” Aimee cracked up. “Where did you hear that one?”
“From you,” Madison said, grinning at Aimee.
“Maybe he is,” Fiona said. “Maybe he’s undercover.”
“In Far Hills?” Madison asked.
“Deep undercover,” Fiona replied.
For a split second Madison considered the idea that Mr. Wing, Spy King, might make a good subject for the TweenBlurt.com story contest. Maybe he was a covert operative for the junior high school confederation, caught in an international web … of intrigue!
Aimee’s stomach grumbled and the friends burst into laughter.
“Let’s get another snack,” Fiona said. The girls headed back into the kitchen for microwave popcorn.
“I still can’t stop thinking about poor Mrs. Martin,” Aimee said in a low voice. “How claustrophobic.”
Fiona, who was sitting on the edge of the counter, threw a dishtowel at Aimee.
“Hey!” Aimee said. “What was that for?”
“I told you not to bring up the ghost!” Fiona said. “Mentioning a ghost on the way home from school or even in the middle of a dark graveyard is okay. But talking about one above my bedroom isn’t.”
“Aimee, you promised!” Madison said.
“I know! I’m sorry. I won’t talk about her,” Aimee said. “But the thing is … What if we have a séance and see if the ghost answers? Then we’ll know if Mrs. Martin is really here.”
“Now?” Fiona said. “A séance?”
“Let’s do something other than sit around and eat,” Aimee said. “Come on, Fiona, don’t be scared. We’ll all be there.”
“Can’t we just talk about boys and other people from school instead?” Fiona asked.
“How about Ivy? She’s pretty scary, isn’t she?” Madison chuckled.
“No! You have to do this séance with me,” Aimee said.
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