were ruined. And every time she saw me, Aunt Stacy started to cry. Itâs been horrible.
âI started spending all my time in Saraâs room, with the door closed,â Samantha continued. âJust to spare my poor aunt Stacy the sight of me. And I did something bad. I started reading Saraâs diary. And her e-mails. I learned all about her school and her friends and her boyfriend.She did all the things I might have done here if only I didnât look so much like her,â she added bitterly.
âSo you went through all of Saraâs stuff,â Jake finally spoke up. âAnd then what? You wanted to, like, take over her life?â
âYou have to understand. I havenât seen Sara since we were, like, three years old,â Samantha replied, visibly upset with herself. âSo of course I was sad to hear that she died, but I didnât know her. I didnât even know anything about her until I started living in her room. Aunt Stacy and Uncle Steven hadnât changed a thing about it. Even Saraâs e-mail account was still active. And it wasnât hard to guess her e-mail passwordâJAKE.â
Samantha turned to Jake. âI know I never should have done it,â she said. âBut I read all the e-mails you sent her. You were always so sweet and funny and really lovely to her. Nothing like the boys at home. I wanted to meet you more than anything. Because I thought if youâd liked Sara, maybe you might like me as well.â
Abby spoke quickly, before Jake could respond. âI donât understand. If you were stuck in Saraâs room, how did you even know about me or that Jake and I were . . .â
âOne day I couldnât take it any longer,â Samanthaexplained. âI simply had to get out of that house. Uncle Steven was out, and Aunt Stacy was asleep, so I pinned my hair under a cap and put on my sunglasses and snuck out! I took Saraâs bike out of the garage and just rode down the street, feeling the sun, breathing the fresh air, and then I came to a bunch of shops, and I went into oneâa grocery store, it was. Andâyou were there, Abby. You and your friend . . . the blond one . . .â
âLeah,â Abby said.
âAnd you both seemed so happy, and I wished so much that I was going to your sleepover party that night.â Samantha covered her face with her hands. âWhat I did next . . . Iâm so embarrassed. I followed your mumâs car home, Abby. I thought that maybe even if I couldnât really attend your party, I could still listen to all the fun you and your friends would have.â
Abby suddenly remembered something. âWere you in the woods early in the evening?â she asked.
Samantha nodded miserably. âI heard you call out, but I couldnât answer, of course. And then once the sleepover started, I sat by the basement window. And then I overheard you talking about Jake and I ran back home. By the time I got back to Uncle Stevenâs house, Iwas so angry and so jealous. Because if Jake started to go out with you, what chance was there for me?â
âSo you texted me,â Abby continued for her. âIn the middle of the night, from your own phone. Thatâs why I didnât recognize the number.â
âI just wanted to frighten you enough that youâd stay away from Jake,â Samantha admitted. âBut then I was hanging around outside the school a few days later and I saw you walking home with him and I followed you. I heard every word you said. Youâd be surprised how easily you can follow someone and never be noticed. Neither of you ever even knew I was there!â
Samantha paused. âWell, thatâs not quite right, actually. Because I followed you all the way to your house, Abby, and later I even peeked in your window. You looked so happy, modeling that beautiful top in the mirror, and I was so angry! And then
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