to before my mum went away, and I would find a way to make her stay.
But nothing at the library seemed helpful. Articles that promised âeasy ways to time travel!â were rubbish, filled with theoretical musings that only my dad would have been able to parse, or advice to âlet go of fear and set your mindfree.â
I tried that, by the way. I would try anything, no matter how silly it sounded. I let go of fear, but I didnât time travel anywhere. I just nodded off for a few minutes.
I read one book where the kids held a séance to conjure up the dead, and that seemed like a good ideaâmaybe I could call up the ghost of my dad and ask him how I could get home again. Or I could call up Kitty, and even if I couldnât go anywhere, at least I could tell her that I wassorry.
But I couldnât have a séance alone. I needed friends for that. And I didnât reckon that Miss Timms and Mr. Babcock would be terribly helpful. So I just kept reading, and thinking, and imagining.
By the end of summer, I was in the library from the minute it opened until the minute it closed. Unfortunately, that was only noon to six p.m., Tuesday through Saturday. All the rest of my time, I was just home. At Melanie and Keithâs house. Watching them watching me.
So I could not wait for school to start.
Melanie drove me to Sutton Brook Elementary on my first day. I wore my lollipop top, just as Dakota had ordered. Even though I knew I shouldnât, I spent the car ride picking at the glitter on the shirt, peeling off small bits into myhand.
âAre you nervous?â Melanie asked as we pulled up in front of the school.
I gave her a dark look. What do you think?
Melanie laughed. âIâm sure youâll make many new friends,â she said.
I wasnât sure of that at all. I was sure Penelope , as a child, had made many new friends. Penelope, who had boxes filled with her personal style, who played a sport, who was ânever really a reader.â But for all that I slept in Penelopeâs bed and sat in Penelopeâs seat at the dinner table, I was not her. I was Charlotte , whoever that might turn out to be.
Melanie gave me a hug good-bye. I got out of the car and walked slowly into the playground, which was already filled with children running around, playing on the swings, shrieking. I was supposed to stay out here until the fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Vasquez, called us to line up.
I looked around for a place where I could sit down and read my book. I was just about to settle on an unclaimed sliver of grass when I heard a voice call, âCharlotte! Hey!â
I turned around.
âJake!â I exclaimed, thrilled to see a familiar face. âHullo! All right, are you?â
He looked down at himself, his face perplexed, as if expecting to see a stain on the front of his shirt. âWhy wouldnât I be all right?â he asked.
âOhâI just meantâhow are you doing? How was the rest of your summer?â
âOh, I get it.â Jakeâs face turned red. âYeah, Iâm good. We were at Lake Michigan for the past week for a big family reunion thing.â
âSmashing!â I exclaimed.
âYeah!â Jakeâs blush faded now. âIt was awesome. On the last night we built this big bonfire, and I ate six sâmores. And I beat my older cousin at Chubby Bunnies, even though heâs fifteen and his cheeks are huge.â Jake stuck his fingers in the corners of his mouth and pulled them apart, to demonstrate. âI almost threw up,â he added.
I giggled. âI donât know what sâmores are, though,â I said. âOr Chubby Bunnies.â
âReally?â Jakeâs eyebrows widened. âYou donât make sâmores in England?â
âI donât know.â
âCharlotte,â Jake said, very seriously. âSâmores are the best food in the world. You should come over sometime and we can
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