Gifted Touch by Melinda Metz

Author:Melinda Metz [Metz, Melinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Social Issues, Teenage Girls, Family, Juvenile Fiction, 9780060092382 9780064472654 0064472655, HarperTeen, Extrasensory Perception, Mysteries & Detective Stories, General, Telepathy
ISBN: 9780064472654
Google: VfbbNwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0064472655
Publisher: HarperTeen
Published: 2001-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Rae. Over here!” Yana called. Rae smiled as she spotted Yana in the school parking lot, leaning against her beat-up sunshine yellow VW Bug.

“Nice pants,” Rae said as she hurried over.

“Just the pants? What, you don’t like the shirt?” Yana asked. She adjusted the collar of her turquoise bowling shirt. Rae noticed that the name Betty was embroidered over the pocket.

“No, I like. But python pants, high-heel boots, and bowling shirt.” Rae shook her head. “One of these things is not like the other.”

“That’s me. Full of surprises,” Yana answered.

“And the pants are faux, by the way. No actual snakes died to make me a fashion superstar.” She opened the 135

car door and slid behind the wheel. Rae took the shot-gun seat, some of her own special Muzak playing in her head.

“Thanks for taking me,” Rae said. “I could have bused it, but—”

“Oh, shut up,” Yana interrupted. “We’re friends, remember?”

Rae could feel her smile widening into something that was probably ridiculous looking. The casual way that Yana used the word friend—it made her feel all toasty inside. Which was pathetic but true.

Rae’s cell phone rang, and she pulled it out of her purse and answered it, trying not to let the not-her thoughts popping up in her head distract her.

“Hi, Rae. It’s Ms. Abramson. Your dad gave me this number. I hope that’s okay with you,” she said.

“Yeah. Fine,” Rae answered, although she wished he hadn’t. It was hard to feel normal when your group therapy leader could call you anywhere, anytime.

“I just wanted to let you know we’ll miss you in group this afternoon,” Ms. Abramson continued.

“Um, thanks,” Rae said, not adding that she wouldn’t miss Ms. Abramson or anyone else. Not having to sit around and emote with the other sickos was the one bonus of having to go to the police station and give a statement. Plus she got to hang with Yana.

“I know it’s probably a little scary for you to talk to 136

the police. But all you have to do is tell them what you saw,” Ms. Abramson said, her voice filled with concern. “Call me afterward if you want to talk things through.”

“Okay. I will. I have to go, but thanks.” Rae hung up without waiting for Ms. Abramson to say good-bye, then stuck her phone back in her purse.

“Nice cell,” Yana commented.

“Nice tracking device,” Rae corrected her. “It was a present from my dad. I think he thinks if he can be in touch with me at any moment that somehow I won’t have another psycho fit.”

Yana shot Rae an irritated look, her green eyes narrowed, as she pulled to a stop in front of a red light.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. The next time you use the word psycho or freak about yourself, I’m going to slap you. And I’m talking hard,” Yana warned.

“What about if I just say”—Rae leaned toward Yana and lowered her voice to a whisper—“that I’m not quite my old self.” She returned her voice to a normal level.

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