Ali didn’t seem to have heard the ghost rumors. Teachers were strange. They always knew if you had gum in your mouth and when they should call on you because you didn’t know the answer. But they never seemed to notice the important stuff. It was art day, and the art teacher let them work on their...
“How could I be spying on you? I wasn’t even looking in your direction. I was looking at—at—” He glanced around wildly. “That car!” Jazz raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah.” Suddenly her hands shot out. Before he could duck, her fingers clamped over his eyes. “What color is it?” “Huh?” “What co...