Spookygirl - Paranormal Investigator by Jill Baguchinsky

Author:Jill Baguchinsky [Baguchinsky, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101591451
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2012-08-15T20:00:00+00:00

I didn’t get to ask Tim about Isobel’s request until we were on our way to drawing class, and he didn’t have any idea what it was about.

“I can’t imagine they would’ve been friends,” I mused. “A star athlete and the queen of the goths?”

“Isobel was a freshman when Dirk was a junior,” Tim said. “So I guess it could be possible. But can you imagine the two of them hanging out?”

“Nope. Maybe Dirk used to tease her or something. Maybe the black rose is some sort of code for something he did. She seemed interested in the fact that he’s always in the art wing.”

“Isobel’s a great artist,” Tim said. “Her stuff ends up in the state art fair every year. She has Advanced Portfolio first period—you can’t get into that class without advance approval from the teacher. And you know that mural in the hall by the gym?”

“That ugly Trojan?”

“Yep. That one.”

“It’s all crooked and out of proportion.”

“I know. She did that on purpose because she hates Palmetto so much. There was a contest last year to see who’d get to paint the mural. The winning design was guaranteed to be up for at least a year. So Isobel did this really great sketch—I mean, it was a Trojan with a sword and a football, so it was still stupid, but it looked professional. So she won, but when she painted the final mural, she pretended to have trouble with the proportions. She made all these, like, mistakes. On purpose. And it has to stay up because she won the contest. The art teachers all know what she did, but they won’t say anything because they’re all pissed that the sports programs get all the funding while the art programs keep getting cut. It was pretty brilliant.”

“Wow.” Clearly, I hadn’t given Isobel enough credit. Her trick with the mural was pretty ballsy. I could definitely get behind someone who hated Palmetto as much as she did, even if she did seem a little too interested in one of its former star athletes.

Dirk was present during class that day, ghosting around near the portfolio racks. After twenty minutes of drawing a bowl of fruit with sepia-colored Conté sticks, I pretended I needed to check something in my portfolio and wandered over to the racks.

“Hey,” I whispered when I was close to Dirk. “You know Isobel? Tall girl, black hair, queen of the goths?”

Dirk gave me a strange, wary look. “Yeah. But her hair was brown when I knew her.”

Like I cared. “She wanted me to ask you about the black rose.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “Tell her it’s gone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Figure it out,” he said, and he vanished. Ghosts can be so damned cryptic.

It wasn’t much of a message to relay, but I shared it with Isobel on the roof during lunch the next day. It seemed to upset her. “Tell him I won’t accept that.”

“I will, but it would help if I knew what we’re talking about.”

Isobel sighed and glanced at her fellow goths.

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