Then we just go inside and find Katherine’s trunk. That part will be easy, because I know what hers looks like from last year. It’s red, and there’s lots of peeling-off stickers all over the top of it. And then we’ll just open her trunk and see if we can find it.” Laurel-Ann was describing the elaborate plan of how we should go about finding the book. Earlier today, a big group of us had gone on a hike to Lookout Point, and Katherine had come along. She’d teased Laurel-Ann as usual, calling her Rainbow Trout, and that had started Laurel-Ann worrying about the book again. It had just been a day hike, and Katherine hadn’t brought her book along, but seeing her again was enough to remind Laurel-Ann about it. She was absolutely convinced that this mysterious book had all kinds of horrible things about her inside it. “It sounds like breaking and entering to me,” I told her. It was late in the afternoon, and activities were over now, so that meant free time was starting. We were walking back from the tennis courts, and I wanted so badly to have this time alone so I could visit Samantha and then get my practice time in.
