Double Trouble

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before. At least she’d said she had. I was actually a little surprised that she hadn’t “forgotten” to send anything to my friends.
    Bianca looked up briefly. “Yes, I got it,” she said. “Thanks.”
    â€œGood.” I waited for her to say she was coming, but she’d already gone back to her book.
    â€œI just hope it stays nice and hot until then.” Liam leaned back in his chair and smiled. “I haven’t been to Megan’s pool since third grade, but it’s awesome!”
    I was a little surprised he’d been to Megan’s pool at all. The two of them weren’t exactly bosom buddies, as far as I could tell.
    â€œThird grade?” I echoed.
    He nodded so vigorously his hair flopped over his eyes. “She had the whole class over for an end-of-the-year party,” he explained. “It was supergreat!”
    It was nice that he was so excited about the party. I just hoped it was as much fun as he was expecting. With Lavender in charge—or at leasttrying to be—I wasn’t feeling too confident about that myself.
    I glanced toward Lavender’s seat. She wasn’t there yet, but I couldn’t help noticing someone else staring at me.
    Gabe. He was leaning forward in his seat a couple of rows back, his eyes trained right on me. As usual he looked unfriendly, but this time there was a twinge of something else—an expression I couldn’t quite read.
    With a gulp, I turned away quickly. Had he been listening? I felt a flash of guilt. He hadn’t exactly been nice to me and Cassie since we’d arrived in town. Still, it couldn’t be fun hearing about a party you weren’t invited to, and that made me feel bad.
    At least until I remembered the last time he’d eavesdropped. Was that weird expression him feeling left out because of the party—or was he thinking about what he’d overheard the other day?
    I touched the key-shaped necklace, which I’d been wearing since Saturday. Bianca looked up just in time to notice.
    â€œHey, neat necklace,” she said. “Where’d you get it?”
    â€œThanks,” I said. “It’s, um, a family hand-me-down.”
    â€œI’m not surprised—it looks really old. Can I see?” She reached for the pendant.
    As she touched it, her fingers brushed my skin. I froze as a strong vision hit me—of Bianca sitting in a bland beige chair, sobbing her eyes out!
    I pulled back with a gasp. Luckily at that very second Liam managed to knock all his books off his desk. “Oops!” he said with a laugh.
    Bianca turned to help him. As the two of them gathered up Liam’s stuff, I sat there trying to get control of myself. Wow, that had been close. The vision had been so strong that there was no way it hadn’t showed on my face. It was a coincidence that Bianca had been staring at the necklace instead of at me. And that Liam’s clumsiness had distracted her at just the right moment.
    The scene had been much brighter and clearer than any earlier visions. Even in that split second,I’d seen people in scrubs wandering around, and a sign about visiting hours.
    A hospital waiting room , I thought. That’s where she’d been—or rather, where she was going to be.
    Thinking about that made me go hot and cold all over. Whatever Bianca was doing in that waiting room, it was making her cry in public—something I could hardly imagine calm, quiet Bianca doing at all. So what was going on? I’d thought I was supposed to see only good things, and that vision was anything but good.
    Did this mean our visions were changing? I’d hardly thought about it when I’d assured Cassie that she might be seeing good things as well as bad ones. Now I realized what else that meant—that I could see bad stuff as well as good. Yikes!
    But more important, what had Bianca been doing at the hospital?
    I glimpsed over at her. As I did, I

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