TITLE: HAUNTED MELODY
GENRE: Young Adult Mystery
Her pink sneakers were found by the edge of the swamp, perfectly arranged with the laces still tied. It was the one detail of Paige's suicide that kept me awake most nights.
I plopped down next to the small gravestone, and brushed away a leaf that concealed her name. Muffling a sob, my fingers traced the letters: P-A-I-G-E.
I should've known better than to sit on the ground after a rainy week in Northern Michigan. The back of my jeans were already soaked from last night's storm.
But no one here cared what I looked like.
I came to talk to Paige. To tell her I missed her. To ask the same question. Now my fingers sketched the familiar word, W-H-Y, along the edges of the wet lawn.
The fist in my stomach unclenched as the whistling wind sifted through the branches of the surrounding willow trees. The sound had almost become a welcome visitor. And no doubt Paige's mom would've agreed. She arrived with a bouquet of white daisies and her daughter's favorite book of poems.
Mrs. Meyers sat on the black wrought-iron bench under the tangle of leaves that provided shade for Paige's grave. With a simple nod she read from the tattered pages.
Tilting my face to soak up the sun, I imagined Paige sitting next to me. Not that I believed Paige was there. Not really. But sometimes I felt her there. Like our knees were touching and her breath tickled the hairs on my arm.