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story.
    That’s not true! I didn’t write it.
    There was another possibility. Maybe Cassie had written the story knowing it would get me banished? If she had already come to the conclusion that nothing she did would make me leave, this was the second-best choice.
    It made sense that she was behind all this. But then again, how could she have gotten the journal from my house, brought it here, and written in it? There was no way. I erased that option.
    I told the book:
    It’s your story.
    I am writing the story for you.
We are a team.
    I didn’t want to be part of his team. But I didn’t say that, so instead I wrote:
    Who are you?
    You already know.
    The Scaremaster?
    There was a long pause. I held my breath.
    Yes.
    Why are you doing this to me?
    Doing what?
    That was a big question. I was already suspicious of Cassie when Riley found the book in my bag. The Scaremaster just let everyone know that I was suspicious, or how had be said it?
Curious.
    Then again, the whole weekend plan had changed after I wrote my essay in class. The Scaremaster said I shouldn’t be bored. Could he be behind everything? Or was it really me making stuff up? AUGH! I was getting a headache trying to figure out what was going on!
    I considered what to do.
    I had a very important question that would determine… everything.
    The Scaremaster would know the answer.
    Is Cassie dangerous?
    Do you think so?
    Figures. I paused to consider, then wrote:
    Yes.
    It’s your story.
We are a team, remember?
    I took that as an agreement. Not the way I wanted to hear it—and that team thing was still bugging me—but still, it felt like an agreement to me.
    What am I supposed to do?
    No answer. I waited. Still nothing. Maybe the Scaremaster hadn’t gotten the message. I tried again:
    What should I do?
    Ask again later.
    Didn’t he understand? I didn’t have time to wait. In a rush of words, I scribbled:
    I need you to tell me what to do NOW!
    As fast as I was writing, the ink disappeared, fading to a blank page.
    Come on. Help me. What should I do?!
    There was no answer from the book. I sighed. I was on my own.

Chapter Ten
    I shoved the journal in my overnight bag. I knew what I needed to do next. Before the night was over, I had to get back into the group. They had to accept that I was there and not leaving. Maybe they’d even want me there if I plotted my return carefully.
    I sat down to think things through.
    First step: Apologize to Sam.
    I had to make up with her, not just because she was my best friend, but because I had to protect her from Cassie.
    Second step: Figure out what Cassie’s deal was. I was thinking vampire… but that might have just been because of that movie and her love for the color black. I had never read anything about vampires that wore colors or stripes or plaid. There was also that line in the Scaremaster’s story that said, “There were big things at stake.” Wasn’t using a “stake” the way to kill a vampire? Maybe it was a pun? Did the Scaremaster have a sense of humor? I didn’t know. The second step needed more clues.
    Third step: I didn’t have a third step yet. Maybe if I gave the journal a little rest, the Scaremaster would be willing to give me advice. He might have just gotten tired of all my questions.

    Time to implement Step One.
    I headed downstairs. No clumping or stomping, just regular, calm, not-paranoid Emma.
    â€œHi,” I said from the bottom step.
    All heads turned toward me. I could see something similar to smoldering fire in Cassie’s eyes. Glowing flecks of anger and frustration. This wasn’t going to be easy.
    â€œI come in peace,” I said with a small smile.
    Sam put up a hand to block me from her view and said, “We’re watching TV, and this is the most interesting part.” It was a not-so-subtle way to say, “We’re busy. Go away.”
    I wasn’t leaving. I wasn’t in a