TITLE: Ghost Light
GENRE: YA Contemporary
No one ever calls in the middle of the night to tell you that you've won the lottery.
Or that you aced your chem final.
Or that your favorite team won the series.
If the phone rings in the middle of the night, it's a pretty sure bet that someone has died, or someone just broke up with his girlfriend or, in my case, that something awful has happened to Lizzie.
She doesn't always call me. Sometimes she calls Spencer. Sometimes, I suspect, she just deals with her mom's drinking and her loser stepfather's temper and doesn't tell either of us. I hate that even more than I hate the phone ringing in the middle of the night.
This time when it rings, I'm in the middle of a dream, kissing Ally Martin while standing on first base. Yeah, I'm getting to first base on first base. My subconscious obviously has a sense of humor.
I know it's a dream because that's the only way I'd be kissing Ally. You can't really kiss someone you haven't had the courage to speak to.
I should have talked to her right after she transferred to Jefferson High, but I didn't. After that it was too late to do it without some sort of explanation. Now, two years later, I'm too embarrassed to try to explain all the times that she's caught me staring at her. So the only conversations I have with her are in my head.