Friday’s Page 69 ~ Scritch Scratch by Lindsay Currie
My spirits plummet all over again. The words I want to say to Casley are on the tip of my tongue – that I wish things could go back to the way they were last year, when it was just her and me and the science club. Everything was so much simpler then, back before Emily and the ghost bus and the little boy with dark eyes. But I can’t tell her all of that. Not now. Maybe not ever.