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“They don’t like me I guess.”
    “Do you still have a thing for Drew?” I ask catching her completely off guard.
    “What? Why would you ask that?”
    “How exactly were you ‘touching’ him?” I turn around to ask.
    “That’s, I, uh, not like you’re thinking pervert.” She stutters.
    “But you wanted to?”
    “Ugh, I’m not having this conversation with you.” She huffs and walks to the door.
    “Kay, I’m just curious, I swear.”
    “So what if I did?” she asks snatching the door open, “I’m friggin lonely, angry and depressed!” She slams the door. 
    She could have just walked through it like she always does.  I guess her tone wasn’t enough emphasis on her emotions.  Lonely, for reals?  She’s always up my butt. Don’t you have to be alone to be lonely…?  Actually that’s a no.  I can be surrounded by people, even my family, and still feel alone.  I thought it was different between us though, we’ve been friends for our whole lives basically, shared our darkest secrets but now she’s lonely?!  Talk about frustrating! I’ve dealt with crazy looks from everyone when I’ve been caught talking or writing to her! Lonely my ace!!
    After snatching a t-shirt and jeans off the hangers I pull them on aggravated.  Something falls and hits the floor with a heavy thud startling me.  Turning I expect to see Kadence, instead there is no one.  A picture of Kadence and I as children lies on the floor.  “Kay?” I ask knowing better; it doesn’t feel like her.  This spirit feels… confused, like it’s angry but happy at the same time.  I want to talk to it but I know I shouldn’t, not yet anyway.  “Kadence.” I say a little louder, not wanting my parents to hear me but hoping she does.  Maybe if she comes they’ll show themselves to her or something.  I just find it strange that they are hiding from me, usually they are elated to communicate however not all of them are kind or simply a spirit.  I shiver remembering the first encounter I had with a demon.
    “Journey, can I come in?” Drew’s voice accompanies the tapping on my door.
    “Yeah.” I tell him happy to have something to take my mind off the terrifying experience.
    He quickly closes the door behind himself and crosses the room to sit at my desk.
    “What’s up?”
    He squirms in the chair nervously, “Is there another one of them?” he asks scooting to the edge of the seat.
    Glancing around I nod briefly while placing my finger to my lips.
    “Shoot.” He whispers.
    “Let’s talk about this once we leave okay?”
    “Yeah, you almost ready? Mom and Dad are already downstairs.”
    “I just have to put on my shoes. Have you been outside yet?”
    “No but from what I gather it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the driveway.”
    Groaning I slide on my favorite pair of Vans, don a belt and grab my hobo bag, “All set, lets go.”
         “Do you think they are going to take us to look at cars today?” Drew asks as we leave my room.
    “I’m not sure, maybe.  Dad has to get one unless he plans on riding a bicycle to work.”
    “Yeah right.” He chuckles.
    “Are you going to look for a job, at least for the summer?”
    “I really don’t want one. I just want to meet people and hangout. I don’t want to start school friendless.”
    Same old Drew worried about social status. I’m not surprised though, very seldom does one event bring about radical change.  “You’ll be one of the cool kids don’t worry.” I pat his back.
    “I hope so. Hey if we get cars today you want to hit the beach tomorrow? I’m so ready to see some southern girls.”
    “Ugh, we have to find you some friends,” I shake my head, “we can hangout but I’m not going to be your wing man. I refuse to help you pick up chics.”
    We both laugh at the thought of me trying to help in that department.  I almost overlook Mom as we stop at the bottom of the steps.  Sh e’s hidden behind the large floral arrangement on the foyer