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thinking of using my insanity to get into college just proved that I was crazy.
    “Kate,” Paul said, gently turning my face toward him. I gazed into his blue eyes for a second, forcing myself not to think about staring into my own brown eyes, but on someone else’s face, earlier this morning.
    “Hi, yes, I’m here. Let’s go to class,” I said, shaking my head.
    “We’re already there,” Paul said. Apparently, he’d walked us to AP English. He steered me through the door and into my seat, then sat down in the last row. He used to sit right behind me, but Ms. Appenfore made him switch because his height blocked the kids behind him. She likesto have a clear view of everyone, ever since the Great Senior Class Cell Phone-Throwing Incident. (Short version: somebody threw a cell phone.)
    I looked around, wondering what the next sign that I was losing my proverbial marbles would be. Would Ms. Appenfore’s head suddenly morph into a giant potato? Would the entire room turn into a black-and-white pencil drawing? Maybe everyone would start speaking Mandarin, or forty clowns would come busting out of the ceiling tiles (scary), or the voice of Daffy Duck would instruct me to pick up a black Magic Marker and draw a mustache on every kid in the room.
    But Ms. Appenfore just droned on about Crime and Punishment . People raised their hands and answered her questions. Pages were turned, pens clicked. Everything was so…normal.
    Maybe Rina had just been a bad dream. Oh my God, yes, that was it! Duh! I grinned at the thought, earning a “What’s so funny, Kate?” from Ms. Appenfore. She was justified, as she had just referenced Heart of Darkness, which isn’t exactly a laugh riot. I mouthed, “Nothing, sorry,” and then looked down at my desk, smiling to myself. I wasn’t nuts. I just had a vivid nocturnal imagination. REM sleep, you sly little dog, you.
    My hand was resting on my desk. I spotted a few specks of body glitter on it.
    Dammit, Rina.
    I flicked the glitter off. Whatever, that might’ve come from anywhere. Maybe I’d walked by an art class at some point. Maybe I’d accidentally brushed against a slutty freshman. It could still all have been a dream. Right?
    “Kate.”
    I looked up, and there was Paul, looking at me weirdly again. I realized that the bell had rung. “You’re still totally out of it. Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, legitimate concern in his voice.
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, hastily wiping away a few more specks of glitter.
    “Do you want to go home? Are you sick?” Paul tucked my books under his arm to carry them for me, his face a mixture of worry and confusion. “I’ve never seen you like this….”
    That was true. I generally did a better job of acting normal in front of Paul—and everyone else—when I was stressed. Of course, I’d never had my computer avatar come to life before, which demanded way more acting talent than I had.
    “I’m just sleepy,” I said, throwing my pen into my bag. “I’ll get a Diet Coke from the vending machine and I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
    “I’m going to anyway.”
    That was nice of him.
     
    “Dude, what happened to you?” Kyla asked when I sat down next to her in AP European history. “Is something wrong? You totally look like something’s wrong but you’re trying to cover it up.”
    “Nothing’s wrong,” I lied wearily.
    “Are you sure? You look…shell-shocked.” Kyla’s eyes narrowed as she studied me intently.
    “I’m fine,” I said. It occurred to me that Rina had been alone for a few hours now and for all I knew, she’d wrecked the house. For all I knew, she had taken the house, or at least all the stuff in it. Oh my God, what if Rina was a shape-shifter? Like, her normal body was some sort of monster, but she’d managed to disguise herself to gain trust while also making me think I was going crazy? What if right this second she was packing all my mom’s jewelry and emergency cash, and our new