Now the place looked more like an institution, with its sickly green walls and the lobby that seemed more like a waiting room. But Tracey had no time to waste on criticizing the decor. She had no idea if she might suddenly become visible again. This was a pretty big place and she had no idea where Jenna might be.
Luckily, it was dinner time, and she followed people who all seemed to be heading in the same direction – a dining hall. And there she found Jenna, sitting alone at a table.
From a distance, Tracey studied her friend, and her heart ached for Jenna. She wore that dark, angry face that Tracey remembered from when she first saw her, the day Jenna entered the Gifted class. Her expression had softened considerably since then. Even when Jenna was doing her ‘I’m-tough-as-nails’ thing, she didn’t look so – so enraged. And something else too. Sad. In Tracey’s opinion, sad was worse than angry.
She moved closer and closer, until she was at the table, standing right in front of Jenna.
Jenna, it’s me, Tracey.
But Jenna’s expression didn’t change. Tracey wasn’t surprised. If Jenna didn’t know she was there, she wouldn’t try to read Tracey’s mind. How could she let Jenna know of her presence? She considered various possibilities.
Recalling her mother and the handbag, Tracey took a salt shaker from another table and placed it in front of Jenna. But the sudden appearance of a salt shaker didn’t grab Jenna’s attention. Obviously, her mind was elsewhere.
Tracey removed her own headband from her hair. It was something she wore a lot, and maybe Jenna would recognize it. She dropped it, and it landed right on top of Jenna’s sandwich.
Jenna saw it, but her reaction wasn’t what Tracey expected. She snatched up the band and stood up.
‘Whoever threw this at me, you’re in trouble!’ she yelled.
A couple of kids giggled, but the people sitting closest to Jenna just stared at her blankly. Jenna walked over to the trash bins and dropped the headband in one.
Tracey watched her mournfully. It had been one of her favourites. But she should have known that Jenna wouldn’t notice what other people wore, not even her closest friends. Jenna was the opposite of Amanda – she didn’t care about stuff like that.
She’d probably know what she herself was wearing, though. Jenna’s necklace, a thick silver thing with a dangling pendant of a skull, was one she wore frequently. Moving around the table, Tracey quickly lifted the necklace over Jenna’s head and dropped it in front of her.
Jenna whirled around. But no one could have approached her and got away so quickly. She picked up the necklace and examined the clasp. Then she shrugged and put it back around her neck.
What else could she do, Tracey wondered. Gather up plates and bowls and dump them on Jenna’s table? That would get Jenna’s attention, but it would attract attention from the others in the dining hall too. She was getting desperate – she had to talk to Jenna. She had to share this information, she wanted Jenna’s advice and opinion. Jenna would know what Tracey should do. She had to make contact with her. She needed her friend!
Suddenly, Jenna’s eyes widened. ‘Tracey?’ she whispered.
Yes! Yes, it’s me, I’m right across the table from you. How did you know I was here?
Jenna put a hand over her mouth and spoke so softly that Tracey had to lean across the table to hear her.
‘I don’t know, but it happened once before, when Emily was trapped by Serena at school. I guess she was trying so hard to make contact with me that I actually heard her.’
Just like me, Tracey said with feeling. I’ve got to talk to you.
‘What’s going on?’ She’d taken her hand away from her mouth, and a couple of kids at the next table glanced at her curiously. Jenna quickly speared a carrot from her plate, stuck it in her mouth and chewed furiously.
Just listen. I’ve learned something. This wouldn’t be breaking the promise
Luckily, it was dinner time, and she followed people who all seemed to be heading in the same direction – a dining hall. And there she found Jenna, sitting alone at a table.
From a distance, Tracey studied her friend, and her heart ached for Jenna. She wore that dark, angry face that Tracey remembered from when she first saw her, the day Jenna entered the Gifted class. Her expression had softened considerably since then. Even when Jenna was doing her ‘I’m-tough-as-nails’ thing, she didn’t look so – so enraged. And something else too. Sad. In Tracey’s opinion, sad was worse than angry.
She moved closer and closer, until she was at the table, standing right in front of Jenna.
Jenna, it’s me, Tracey.
But Jenna’s expression didn’t change. Tracey wasn’t surprised. If Jenna didn’t know she was there, she wouldn’t try to read Tracey’s mind. How could she let Jenna know of her presence? She considered various possibilities.
Recalling her mother and the handbag, Tracey took a salt shaker from another table and placed it in front of Jenna. But the sudden appearance of a salt shaker didn’t grab Jenna’s attention. Obviously, her mind was elsewhere.
Tracey removed her own headband from her hair. It was something she wore a lot, and maybe Jenna would recognize it. She dropped it, and it landed right on top of Jenna’s sandwich.
Jenna saw it, but her reaction wasn’t what Tracey expected. She snatched up the band and stood up.
‘Whoever threw this at me, you’re in trouble!’ she yelled.
A couple of kids giggled, but the people sitting closest to Jenna just stared at her blankly. Jenna walked over to the trash bins and dropped the headband in one.
Tracey watched her mournfully. It had been one of her favourites. But she should have known that Jenna wouldn’t notice what other people wore, not even her closest friends. Jenna was the opposite of Amanda – she didn’t care about stuff like that.
She’d probably know what she herself was wearing, though. Jenna’s necklace, a thick silver thing with a dangling pendant of a skull, was one she wore frequently. Moving around the table, Tracey quickly lifted the necklace over Jenna’s head and dropped it in front of her.
Jenna whirled around. But no one could have approached her and got away so quickly. She picked up the necklace and examined the clasp. Then she shrugged and put it back around her neck.
What else could she do, Tracey wondered. Gather up plates and bowls and dump them on Jenna’s table? That would get Jenna’s attention, but it would attract attention from the others in the dining hall too. She was getting desperate – she had to talk to Jenna. She had to share this information, she wanted Jenna’s advice and opinion. Jenna would know what Tracey should do. She had to make contact with her. She needed her friend!
Suddenly, Jenna’s eyes widened. ‘Tracey?’ she whispered.
Yes! Yes, it’s me, I’m right across the table from you. How did you know I was here?
Jenna put a hand over her mouth and spoke so softly that Tracey had to lean across the table to hear her.
‘I don’t know, but it happened once before, when Emily was trapped by Serena at school. I guess she was trying so hard to make contact with me that I actually heard her.’
Just like me, Tracey said with feeling. I’ve got to talk to you.
‘What’s going on?’ She’d taken her hand away from her mouth, and a couple of kids at the next table glanced at her curiously. Jenna quickly speared a carrot from her plate, stuck it in her mouth and chewed furiously.
Just listen. I’ve learned something. This wouldn’t be breaking the promise
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