GENRE: YA Fantasy
Last year, Lee Dalton lost her best friend, Brenna, sort of like how you might lose a pair of keys, if you'd dropped your keys off a bridge. Except Lee keeps seeing her, so she's nuts, right? Or haunted. Like that's better.
I wandered down to the beginnings of our fields and let Bing sniff around off the leash before turning around, figuring I may as well head back home, which is when I almost ran smack into someone standing right behind me. Beside me, Bing hesitated, his tail dropping and his ears flickering. My heart dropped with a sickening freefall into my stomach and started swimming around there, because the girl in front of me, grinning like a maniac, was my best friend in the whole frickin’ world.
I thought, man, I’ve lost it.
She didn’t seem to notice the way I was staring, too busy looking around, curious, tucking a sleek black curl behind one ear.
“Oh, good,” she said. “I finally got it right.” When she finally looked at me, her smile was nearly predatory. “Hello, lovely.”
You aren’t real, I wanted to say, but she sure looked real. Sounded real. You’re dead. That seemed kind of rude. Something caught in my throat and stopped any words from escaping. All I could do was make a weird, strangling sound. Bing whined softly.
She wasn’t wearing the dress her parents had put in the coffin. I thought that was weird, but then she always had preferred jeans.
She was studying me. “You cut your hair.”
I felt faint. “Well, you know. Summer.” That familiar voice made my skin crawl. I reached out, felt Bing’s smooth head under my fingers. He was just as tense as I was, and I wondered, if Bing could see Brenna, did that mean I wasn’t nuts after all?
Wasn’t the alternative worse?