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replied. “So that brings us to thirteen.”
    â€œDoes that include Drew and Vicky?” Hannah asked.
    â€œNo, not yet. I’m hoping that they’ll fill in the last two spots.”
    â€œWhat’s taking them so long to get back to you?” Ethan asked.
    â€œThey haven’t been able to get their parents to give them permission to come,” Emily explained. “But all thatis going to change.” She told her friends about her plan to talk to Vicky and Drew’s parents later that day. “I’m telling you, after today, everything with Drew and Vicky will be different. You’ll see. You’ll like them.”

CHAPTER 9
    Satisfied with their party planning, Emily, Hannah, and Ethan left the lake, heading their separate ways. Hannah hurried home to watch her little brother, and Ethan ran off to the school for soccer practice.
    As Emily rode her bike home she began to get excited, but also nervous, about her plan to barge in and introduce herself to Drew and Vicky’s parents. In the months she’d been hanging out at Drew and Vicky’s, she’d called up to them a bunch of times, but she’d never actually met them face-to-face. What was she going to say to them?
    â€œHi, Mr. and Mrs. Strig. I’m Emily Hunter,” she rehearsed aloud as she pedaled toward home. “I’m your neighbor, you know, from across the street. The house with the green shutters and white—”
    Emily smiled to herself. They don’t need a detailed description of your house. They’ll know who you are. You’ve been hanging out there, like, every day for the past few months.
    She tried again. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Strig. I’m Emily Hunter, you know, Drew and Vicky’s friend? You’ve probably heard me playing guitar with them? I hang out at your house sometimes?” Jeez, Em, just get to the point!
    â€œMr. and Mrs. Strig, I would like to invite you and Drew and Vicky to my house so you can meet my parents. And I would also like Vicky and Drew to come to my sleepover party on Saturday. Well, Vicky will actually be the one sleeping over. All the boys will be leaving at eleven and—”
    Emily sighed. Forget it. You’ll figure out what to say when you get there.
    A few minutes later she turned into her driveway and slowed to a stop. Leaning her bike against the garage door, she took a deep breath and walked quickly across the street.
    Emily climbed the lopsided steps leading onto the Strigs’ porch and walked across the creaky floorboards to the front door. Then she knocked on the door.
    No reply.
    Again she knocked. Again, no sound from within.
    â€œMaybe they’re in the back of the house. Of course, if they had a doorbell . . .”
    Emily thought about turning around and going home, but she knew she would regret it. She’d gotten herself psyched to do this and she would not get another chance before the sleepover.
    She grabbed the ancient doorknob and turned it. The door squeaked open with a pitiful groan.
    â€œDrew, Vicky? Is that you?” a woman’s voice said.
    â€œWe’re upstairs,” added a man’s voice.
    Why aren’t Drew and Vicky home being homeschooled? Emily thought.
    â€œMr. Strig! Mrs. Strig! It’s Emily Hunter from across the street. Drew and Vicky’s friend. May I come in and talk with you?”
    The Strigs remained silent.
    What is with these people?
    Emily backed up onto the porch and closed the front door. Should I just go home? she wondered. But I can’t chicken out now. I just need to go upstairs and talk to these people. After all, they’re just people, right? What can they do, bite my head off?
    Emily opened the door again.
    â€œDrew, Vicky? Is that you?”
    â€œWe’re upstairs.”
    Now Emily was really confused. Wasn’t that the same thing they’d called out when she came in the first time? And why hadn’t they answered her