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thing as hers? One piece on the left side was kind of sticking out. I reached toward my head. “Your hair looks good,” Rina said. “Oh, but is there something wrong with mine?” She ran her hand through her hair in the exact same motion I’d just made. Great, this was getting even weirder.
    I sighed and looked at the clock. “Look,” I said, “If you’re still around later—”
    “Of course I’ll be around!”
    I sighed again. “Okay, just—just stay in here. I’ll be back at, like, three, and we can figure out what to do then.”
    “I have to stay in our room? I can’t even go downstairs?” she asked.
    “First of all it’s my room, not ours, and no, you can’t.Watch YouTube or iTunes or something. You’ll have to plug the computer back in. Just promise you’ll stay here.”
    Rina shrugged. “Okay.”
    “Thanks.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, made a wish, and opened them again. Rina waved at me.
    So much for that. I picked up my book bag and started for the door.
    “Hey Kate?” Rina asked.
    “What?”
    “The last time you played SimuLife was in eighth grade,” she said.
    “So?” I asked.
    “So isn’t it great that we grew boobs since then?”
    I almost laughed before catching myself. “Yeah, I guess,” I said, smiling a little at the hilariously contented look on Rina’s face. “Okay. I’m leaving now. Don’t go anywhere.”
    “Okay. Bye Kate!” Rina waved enthusiastically.
    “Bye.”
    I went downstairs and picked up my car keys from the front hall table, wondering whether it was a good idea for a clinically insane person to drive herself to school. Maybe I should head to the emergency room instead.
    Nope. Too much work to do.
    “Have a great day at school!” called Rina’s voice from upstairs. My voice. Granted, it sounded like my voice whenit’s on voice mail, so it wasn’t exactly what I heard in my head. But it was still way too familiar to be coming from anywhere except my own mouth.
    “Kate?” Rina’s voice repeated. “Have a great day at school!”
    Something told me she would just say it again until I responded. “Thanks!” I finally called back.
    “Can’t wait to see you later!”
    I couldn’t say the same.

 
     
    Dear Diary,
    The real world is AWESOME! Kate’s room is SO COOL!!
    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
    YAY! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!
    This. Is. The happiest day of my life. Except for the time I accidentally ate glitter gloss and thought I might die but then didn’t.
    Love, Rina

CHAPTER FIVE
    “WHOA, WHAT’S WRONG?” PAUL ASKED ME, shortly after I got to school.
    I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten from the parking lot to my locker, or how I’d remembered the combination once I was there. And I definitely wasn’t sure how I’d ended up on the ground.
    “Huh? What?” I looked up at him. He was wearing a Red Sox hoodie, which meant we matched. Great, now I had a twin at home and at school. Of course, he looked way better in his than I did in mine, although he probably would’ve disagreed. He’s good that way.
    “You’re sitting in the middle of the hallway,” Paul said.
    I looked around and saw a mass of knees and calves and feet. Paul was exaggerating—I was on the floor, yes, but I was leaning back against my locker. I pulled my feet in just as a crowd of laughing sophomore guys stomped by.
    Paul extended a hand. I let him yank me to a standing position, which he did with almost zero effort. “Sorry,” I said blurrily. “I’m just a little out of it.” That was an understatement.
    “Are you okay? Did you not go to sleep last night?” His eyes looked concerned, and he took one of my hands in his and waggled my arm around energetically.
    “No, I did,” I said. “But I’ve just—I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Specifically, the fact that I was mentally ill.
    This was a bummer.
    Although, if I played my cards right, an essay about dealing with mental illness might make for a pretty sweet college application….
    See,