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Chapter Four<br />
I spent the following day thinking hard about Michelle’s<br />
reaction to my new found interest in the para<strong>no</strong>rmal. We had the<br />
coveted “best friends since kindergarten” label that girls always read<br />
about in books or saw in movies but couldn’t actually maintain.<br />
She’d always been supportive of anything I did, even when I decided<br />
<strong>no</strong>t to go away to school so I could stay home and make money to<br />
help out my dad. But <strong>no</strong>w that I was standing up in the face of<br />
something she knew terrified me, rather than being happy and<br />
encouraging me, she was being overly cautious.<br />
Granted, ghost hunting wasn’t exactly the same as school or<br />
a job, and <strong>no</strong>t that long ago I had been reacting the same way to it.<br />
But if I was telling her that it was okay, then she should have trusted<br />
me. I had never done anything overly stupid in the entire time she<br />
had k<strong>no</strong>wn me, which was a good three quarters of our lives. I mean,<br />
sure, there had been the one time I smoked because my longtime<br />
crush Aidan Jenkins offered it to me. And there were other times<br />
when I had a little too much to drink at a football game and spent<br />
the rest of the night puking at her house. But those were honest<br />
mistakes that probably ninety percent of kids will fall for at some<br />
point. For the most part, I had always been smart and level-headed<br />
and capable of making my own decisions.<br />
In retrospect, maybe it was the opposition that pushed me to<br />
text Tucker. Maybe I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need<br />
anybody’s approval. Ghost hunting was interesting to me and I<br />
wanted to learn more about it. And all I had to do was type, “Hey,<br />
when can I come along for an investigation?” and send it his way.<br />
Rather than texting me back, he called me up about half an<br />
hour later when the store was empty and told me that his group had<br />
a local investigation scheduled for Friday night. I was welcome to<br />
tag along because he was in charge of it. Normally on a Friday night<br />
I would have been working the late shift at the theater, but since<br />
Thursday was a midnight release of a major superhero blockbuster,<br />
my schedule had switched a little. I had the green light to go.<br />
“Count me in.”<br />
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