It felt fake to her—sounded fake, even—but must have been convincing enough, since Dr. Walker glanced at the clock on the DVD player and said, “It’s getting late, Jenna. Will you be able to finish in fifteen minutes?” Jenna knew she had to argue—at least a little—to be convincing. “Mom, it’s not even nine o’clock!” Dr. Walker sighed. “Yes. And fifteen more minutes on the computer, fifteen minutes getting ready for bed, fifteen minutes figuring out what you’re going to wear tomorrow—it will be past nine thirty before you know it. Let’s not have this argument again, please.” “Fine,” Jenna said. But secretly, she smiled to herself. Never before in her life had Jenna rushed off to bed as quickly as she did that night. Alone at last in the solitude of her bedroom, she turned off all the lights and crawled into bed with a flashlight and the mysterious journal she’d smuggled out of the library. It was just as she’d remembered. The smooth grain of the leather cover.
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