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Show Inside Out, 106 "Whatever," I sighed, and took my pop-tart to the bus stop. In English, I said hi to Denver when he came in. He beamed at me and sat down. I leaned forward, so close that I could smell his own personal smell as well as his cologne, and whispered, "How did you get into my journal?" Mrs. Ottley started class before he could answer me. But on the way out he smiled again and said, "I have mysterious powers," and left the room. I did not talk to Terra Gates. I did not go to the library after school. Take that, Joseph Gates. I asked Leslie what the doctor had said about Paul. She looked sheepish. "He said it was just a cold and that I should give him fluids and let him rest." "Oh," I said. I did not smirk. On Thursday I tried not to even think about Joseph and his request. But the weird thing was that I couldn't go back to looking at Terra as a total stranger. Whenever she passed me in the hall my skin would prickle. It's like we were already tied together somehow, just because of Joseph, and I couldn't ignore that tugging feeling. And I had to admit that I felt sort of guilty. Because I couldn't deny that I had something pretty bizarre and pretty cool happening to me. How many other people in the world could get e-mail from someone dead? Maybe I had a responsibility to do something about it. I thought about what would happen if I got to the library and found that Joseph had stopped writing to me completely. I would probably feel a real sense of loss. |