Kiss and Tell by Jacqueline Green

Author:Jacqueline Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Girls & Women, Juvenile Fiction / Mysteries & Detective Stories, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues / General (See Also Headings Under Family)
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2015-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

The morning sun probed at Tenley through a crack in her curtains, streaking light across her eyelids. She buried her face in her pillow, but it wasn’t the sun that kept her from falling back to sleep. It was the memory of last night’s text. Even after she left the party, she couldn’t escape the feeling of being watched. It followed her as Tim walked her to her car. It followed her on the drive and all the way to her bedroom and kept her tossing and turning through the night. She felt like a little kid again, terrified of the monster in her closet. Except this time, the monster was real.

She gave up on sleep and dragged herself out of bed with a groan. She switched on the TV as she got dressed. Maya Louis, Miss-Massachusetts-turned-North-Shore-weather-woman, was standing in front of a digital map wearing knee-high boots and a short, pleated skirt. “I hope you’ve all enjoyed this final bit of calm weather,” she was saying. “Because it’s time to start gearing up for Octo-storm. The full mass of the blizzard isn’t anticipated until Wednesday, but in the meantime, expect high winds and light snowfall.”

Tenley reached for her phone as images of last November’s blizzard flashed across the screen. Anything? she texted Emerson. She’d called Emerson as soon as she got home last night to tell her about the text. Emerson, on the other hand, hadn’t heard anything from the darer in days.

Emerson’s response came quickly. Radio silence.

Tenley stuck her phone in her pocket and headed downstairs. The house was eerily quiet.

Sahara had the morning off, and her mom and Lanson had finally been cleared to visit Guinness—parents only. Tenley blasted music as she ate breakfast, trying to fill the void. But when the wind beat a sudden pattern against the roof, she jumped so high she nearly fell out of her seat. Maya the weather woman was right: Octo-storm was gearing up.

She grabbed her phone. Want to meet up to strategize? she texted Emerson.

Finishing up English paper, Emerson replied. Call u after.

She tried Tim next. Sorry, Ten, he texted back. Waves too crazy to miss today.

Nervous energy flooded through Tenley. She used to love being home alone, but suddenly every noise seemed like an invasion. Another blast of wind rattled the shutters, making her pulse race. That was it. She had to get out of there.

Tenley hurried to her car and started on a route at random. Emerson still hadn’t found anything useful online about a purple door, but maybe the best way to find it was just to drive around town and look. It was worth a shot; right now that door—and Delancey’s key—was their best bet at solving this mystery.

Forty-five minutes later Tenley had seen what had to be every type of door in existence—rounded, rectangular, wooden, painted, metal—but not one had been purple. She took a sharp left off Ocean Drive. Her phone had remained dormant since she got in her car, and she had no interest in returning to an empty house.

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