School Spirits (Hex Hall Novel, A)

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Author: Rachel Hawkins
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matter how many times you invade my dreams to play dress-up.”
    He took my hand in his, and I was surprised by how warm his skin was. Torin had never touched me in these dreams before. “I’m simply trying to show you that I’m not all bad. That freeing me will not unleash some sort of plague onto the world. This is all I want,” he said, nodding at the room. “My old life back.”
    I jerked my hand from his. “Your ‘old life’ ended nearly half a millennia ago. This”—I waved a bejeweled hand—
“doesn’t exist anymore. Outside of rap videos, at least.”
    Torin leaned against the wall with an extravagant sigh. “You make me sad, Isolde.”
    “And you bug me. Now get out of here and let me dream about…I don’t know, whatever it is normal teenage girls dream about.”
    Turning his head, Torin studied me. His eyes were green, like mine, but whereas mine were shot through with gray, his had flecks of gold, like a cat’s. Or maybe they were just reflecting all the gilded crap in the room. “Do you even know how to be a normal teenage girl?”
    I backed up, wobbling in my brocade dress. “I guess I’ll figure it out, won’t I?”
    His grin was slow and lazy. “Indeed. And speaking of—”
    The room began to fade, and another voice said, “Here you go.”
    Something landed in my lap, jolting me out of sleep.
    Mom was sliding into the driver’s seat of the car, and I rubbed my eyes. That’s right. I wasn’t in a sixteenth-century ballroom. I was in the parking lot of a Walmart. I felt the dream curling around me, but I shook it off as I sat up, inspecting the bag Mom had tossed at me.
    “I got everything they had that was set in high school,” she told me, starting the car.
    Reaching into the bag, I pulled out several box sets of TV shows. I held up one, making a face. “Um, Mom, unless regular high school involves me having to avenge the murder of my boyfriend’s identical twin who turns out to actually be my boyfriend, I don’t think this is going to be a huge help.”
    “Better than nothing.”
    The car sputtered and lurched as Mom turned onto the highway, and I fought the urge to ask why we couldn’t have gotten a new car for this job.
    Mom had managed to find us a tiny rental house in the tiny town of Ideal, Mississippi. Maybe the town founders had called it “Ideal” as a joke. Other than a few strip malls and neighborhood after neighborhood of houses exactly like ours, Ideal didn’t have that much to offer.
    Except for a high school that may or may not have a major-league haunting going on.
    We pulled into the driveway of our house. Like the house on either side of it, it was covered in beige vinyl siding, and while it was definitely a step up from the cabin, it was still depressing.
    I helped Mom lug the rest of her purchases in, and was about to head up to my room to watch my brand-new TV shows on my brand-new computer when Mom stopped me.
    “Should we… Do you want to go back and get you some new clothes? I didn’t even think about that.”
    My entire wardrobe consisted of black jeans, black T-shirts, and a selection of hoodies. Those were black, too, except for the pink one Finn had once gotten me as a joke. “I’ll be fine,” I told her. I’d seen enough kids to know that, while I wouldn’t exactly be a supermodel, I wouldn’t look like a total freak, either.
    Mom nodded. “Okay. What about your cover story? Should we go over that one more time?”
    I just barely managed to keep from rolling my eyes. We’d been over my cover story at least half a dozen times on the drive from Tennessee to Alabama, and then again on the drive from Maya’s to here. I could have recited it in my sleep. The gist of it was that I was Izzy Brannick—Mom let me use my real name since this was my first time doing a case solo—and I was from Tennessee. My mom had taken a job in the next town over, but we moved to Ideal because the schools were better. Short, simple, sweet.
    Still, I repeated
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