Chapter 9

I eyed them just as warily, trying to stay out of their way, but it was impossible to do. Their lockers were near mine, they were in some of my classes, they were even in the lunchroom. But the worst of it was how they ignored us, ignored me. I was used to a little notoriety at Townley—my dad ran Ashbury’s only funeral parlor, after all, so everyone knew who I was. Sure, some of the other kids made jokes at my expense, and I grew tired of fielding stupid questions about dead people all the time, especially since I hadn’t actually ever seena dead body yet myself, but looking back, I can admit now I liked the attention. I did. I was a mini-celebrity, of sorts.