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appointment.”
    Selena paused her iPod and rolled onto her back. “I hate going to the dentist. Can I ask her not to scrape my teeth with those metal picks? Whenever she does that, it hurts and it makes me want to crawl out of my skin.”
    Her mother sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair. “Unfortunately, that’s just something that has to be done. I feel the same way. I wonder why they haven’t invented softer, plastic tools yet. Don’t worry yourself too much about it. Thanks to genetics inherited from your father’s side, you, my dear, have perfect teeth. It’ll be over before you know it.”
    Changing the subject, her mother asked, “What are you listening to?”  
    Before Selena could answer, she had popped one bud into her ear.  
    “Oh, I like him,” she said, swaying gently to the beat. Her mom had taken a liking to pop music right around the time she joined the gym. It was weird having a parent that listened to the same music as her and her friends, but it was also nice to have something in common.  
    While she listened to the rest of the song, Selena stared at the ceiling, thinking.  
    “Mom?”
    “Yes, honey?”
    “Is Dad still mad at me about the car? I swear, I was never down there.”
    Her mom pulled her into a hug. “No, honey, he’s not mad at you at all. He’s just…confused. Anyway, it just gives him more excuses to spend time with his car.” She smiled but Selena could see the concern behind her eyes.  
    “Okay, kiddo, I have to hit the shower. Don’t stay up too late texting your friends. You’ll see them soon enough in school. Good night.”
    She gave Selena a kiss on the top of her head.  
    “Good night.”
    After her mother closed the door, Selena went over to her computer and logged on to Facebook. Five of her friends were on as well, and she started texting each. Her iPod blasted away in her ears as she also managed to read the latest issue of Cosmopolitan . Multitasking for her generation was a way of life and done as easily as counting to ten.  
    She lost herself in music, texts and articles on how to make your lips look plumper, and passed two hours without realizing it. She hummed to herself while typing to her best friend Julie about what they would do the coming Saturday, the first Saturday of summer vacation. They had to make it special. Julie’s older sister had just gotten her license and agreed to drive them to the beach. She typed a reminder in her phone to pick up some sunscreen.  
    It wasn’t a sound or a movement that broke her from her groove. It was more like a feeling, like the air in her room had suddenly changed, become thinner, the small space made even smaller.  
    Selena knew she wasn’t alone.  
    That could mean only one thing.  
    Ricky had sneaked in and was spying on her. He was such a pain in the ass. He was in sixth grade, but he wished he were in high school and never missed a chance to see what it was that high school kids did with their time.  
    She spun in her chair and yelled, “Ricky, get out!”
    Except he wasn’t there. She removed her ear buds and walked over to her door.  
    It was still closed.  
    Knowing Ricky, he was hiding under the bed.  
    She dropped to her knees and whisked the comforter up, ready to scream at the obnoxious little turd.
    There was nothing but a couple of shoeboxes and darkness.
    “I must be losing my mind.”
    She was about to go back to her computer when she heard a muffled thump. It came from her closet.  
    Selena eyed her field hockey stick resting against her bed. If the little bed wetter wanted to play games, she was up for it. Why not make him think she was going to smash his face in? Hopefully it would keep him out of her room, even if only for a week or so.  
    She tiptoed to her closet, one hand with the raised stick, the other ready to pull the door handle open.  
    She paused when she heard a slight rustling, as if he was shifting amidst the clutter.  
    Oh, this would be fun.