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Show Inside Out, 13 Chapter 3: Andli J: I'm dead. Great. Some kook. Me: Who is this really? J: My name is Joseph. I'm dead. Of course it was a joke. But it was eerie. My heart thudded like a watermelon rolling around in my ribcage. Obviously someone was playing a stupid joke. Someone creepy with a bad sense of humor. I hoped it wasn't a psycho stalker person. Who could it be? And why was he talking to me? How had he even found my e-mail address to send the add request? The only people I ever e-mailed were Maren, Josie and Norah from Park City. (Pitiful.) And I hadn't heard from them in ages. No one else from Park City would be interested in me. Whoever this was, it had to be someone new, someone from Salt Lake. Maybe even someone here in the library, watching my face right now so they could get a laugh. The skin on my back crawled. I stood up and looked around. No one was looking at me. I walked around the table, then moved out past the stacks and into the open part of the library. It was a small county library branch. The children's area to my right. The adult and YA fiction stacks to the left. The non-fiction area behind me. The public-use computers in front of me, where the homeless people and Mormon missionaries checked their e-mail. I could see just about all of the library from there. No one even glanced up at me. |