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class?’
    Ken looked apologetic. ‘I wasn’t really listening.’
    She knew what that meant – dead people had been talking to him. But she also knew that he didn’t like talking about his gift.
    ‘What did Jenna say?’ he asked.
    ‘She was talking about my gift. She said it was worthless. I know she thinks I couldn’t help anyone if we were in danger.’
    ‘That’s not true!’ Ken exclaimed. ‘You could help.’ He considered it for a second. ‘For example, you could take over the body of an enemy and stop that person from doing bad things.’
    There was no way on earth that Amanda would want to do something like that, but she didn’t tell him that.
    Ken went on. ‘It’s my gift that’s worthless. At least, it’s useless in a crisis.’
    ‘I don’t believe that,’ Amanda said stoutly, before it occurred to her that she couldn’t think of one possible situation when talking to dead people could help anyone out of a dangerous predicament. ‘You have a wonderful gift,’ she said anyway, hoping he wouldn’t ask her to elaborate.
    ‘Oh, yeah? What good is it?’
    Thinking rapidly, she said, ‘Um, well, you could bring loved ones together. Maybe there’s someone who’s desperate to connect with a dead husband or something.’
    ‘Yeah, I get requests like that all the time,’ he admitted. ‘But I’ll tell you something . . .’ He stopped walking and looked at her. ‘This is really awful. But I really don’t want to get involved in their lives. Is that terrible of me?’
    She could have kissed him right there and then. ‘No, it’s not terrible! I understand completely. It’s not like we can solve everyone’s problems. I mean, we all have our own problems to deal with, right?’
    He gave her a half-smile, and her heart was full. They were bonding!
    They’d reached his locker. As he twisted the combination, she considered the possibilities. Would he walk with her to her locker now? Maybe he’d ask her to have a Coke with him at the mall across the street. If not, maybe she could invite him back to her place. But what could she use for an excuse? They didn’t have any other classes together – she couldn’t pretend to need homework help.
    Then she noticed he was frowning. In his hand, he held a piece of paper.
    ‘What’s that?’
    ‘I’m not sure. I just found it on the floor of my locker.’
    He showed it to her.
    It was an announcement. Or maybe invitation was a better word.
    SEANCE.
    That was the word all in capital letters on the top. Underneath, it read:
    Make contact with those who have passed on. Connect with your loved ones. Ask questions, get answers.
    There was an address, a date – today’s date – and a time, eight p.m. On the bottom, someone had scrawled the words: Ken, are you one of us? Would you like to meet others who have your gift?
    There was no signature, no name. Amanda looked at Ken. All the colour had drained from his face.
    ‘Where did this come from?’ she asked.
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘Someone must have slipped it through the locker slot,’ Amanda said. ‘Maybe it’s a joke from someone in our class.’
    Ken shook his head. ‘I don’t think so.’
    She had to agree with him. Their classmates didn’t pull pranks.
    ‘Does anyone else know about your gift?’ she asked.
    ‘No.’
    ‘You don’t have any idea who could have put that in your locker?’
    ‘No.’ He stuffed the note in his pocket. ‘I gotta go. See ya.’
    And to her disappointment, he slammed the locker door closed and strode down the hall.

 
C HAPTER F OUR

    W HAT KEN HAD SAID to Amanda wasn’t really true. He had a very good idea who could have left that note in his locker. Because there was someone outside of the gifted class who knew what he could do.
    Outside the building, the note still in his hand, he paused by a rubbish bin. A friend who lived in his neighbourhood waved to him. ‘Hey, Preston, my brother’s picking me up. Want a ride home?’
    ‘No, thanks,’ Ken