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couldn’t deal with the truth, I’d settle for something fake.
    I kept poking around online, trying to find information about Skully’s party—the one that I was supposedly crashing without an invite. It didn’t take long to find her Facebook page, along with 1,490 of her closest “friends.” Skully had posted an event:
Full Moon Madness @ mi casa.
Bring snax, booze, whatever/whomever u want.
Here’s the deal. I want to see ALL your beautiful faces. If u don’t show up I will never talk to u again. JUST KIDDING!!!! LOL.
    I scanned down the page. No address. Maybe somebody else had the details? It took me, like, half a century just to scan through her invite list. Under the names of people who had responded YES, I found Brent Campbell. I clicked over to his profile, where he had uploaded a picture of Lil Wayne, along with some weird lyric about Martians. Under this profound statement was a column of quizzes. Brent’s answers stretched on for pages. Obviously, he had a lot of time on his hands. Among the highlights:
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol? HELL YEAH. Your weakness? CASH AND THE LADIES.
First thought waking up? GOTTA PISS.
    I clicked back to his main page. Morgan was in his Top Friends. God. What was she doing with that tool? In the chat box, it said, Online now!
    Here was my chance. I slid my finger over the keyboard, but I couldn’t make a move. I was stuck on pause, just staring at the screen like a fool. How lame is that? Finally I sent an instant message (hi) and held my breath.
    Seconds slid by.
    Either she was ignoring me or away from the computer.
    Please, please, please.
    My little sister barged into the room. She was holding our dog, Zeus, like a baby, and talking to him in this goofy voice: “Do you want to visit the doggy salon and get a mani-pedi? Yes? I think you need a makeover.” She peered over my shoulder. “What are you doing? Looking at porn?”
    “Nosy much?” I closed the screen. “Just checking my stocks.”
    Haylie dropped the dog into my lap. “Get off the computer. I need to borrow it.”
    “Nice. You practically threw him at me.” I reached down and massaged his wrinkles. Zeus licked my bare toes (Mom had a no-shoes policy in the apartment).
    “He’s all anorexic now,” I told Haylie. “I mean, he has, like, no hair.”
    She snorted. “That’s all kinds of wrong. Have you seen Mom?”
    “Negative.”
    “Tell her I’m staying at a friend’s house tonight.”
    “Where?”
    “Now who’s nosy?” she yelled, almost startling me out of my skin. God, she could be really annoying sometimes. She was silent for a moment, then she was making the dog “wave” at me, like nothing happened. “How come we never talk anymore?”
    “That’s not true, we talk,” I told her. “I’ve just been really busy.”
    “With what?”
    I glanced out the window. Mama Pigeon, Wendy, looked back at me, her eyes like drops of blood. She didn’t move, not even when I tapped the glass and looked back at my sister.
    “So what’s new in the Life of Haylie?” I asked.
    She rambled on about a boy who got suspended for bringing aspirin to school, the lack of dessert options in the lunchroom, and her creepy Health teacher, Mr. Mitchell.
    “If you’ve got a headache,” she said, “he’ll sneak up behind you and rub your thumb. It’s so weird.”
    “You mean, like acupressure?” I asked, glancing at the laptop. I clicked back on the page, where an instant message blinked on the screen.
    “I guess,” said Haylie. “It’s just plain gross, if you ask me.”
    “I didn’t. Hey. Can we have this conversation later?” I scooted closer to my desk. The computer had gone blank. I’d left it alone too long. I pushed the space bar and the screen woke up again. There was an instant message reply on the screen, and it was from Morgan.
BRB
    In other words, Be right back.
    “If I tell you something, will you promise not to blab it all over the universe?” Haylie