Olivia Bitter, Spooked-Out Sitter!

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we whispered stories we’d imagined about the ghosts and murderers and creatures and villains who lived within its walls My stories were scary but Beth’s usually made us giggle which helped ease our fears when walking past The House But today I was alone Just like every day this week and last week and the week before Ever since we’d started seventh grade a few months ago Beth had made up one excuse after another to avoid walking home from school with me She’d say I’m going to stay after to make posters for Spirit Week or My mom is picking me up and we’re going to the mall or I’m going to help Mr Billings clean up the science room All excuses never the truth The truth was that Beth was becoming Miss Popular and I was anything but She didn’t