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But then I get flashbacks of the drunk driver accident scene.

I shudder. It's better to be safe than sorry.

It takes a second for the panic to set in. If the ride is dangerous for me, is it dangerous for Em, too? I text her back, trying to sound nonchalant.

Em might be my best friend, but in the spirit of keeping my only friend, I’m keeping my freaky ghost experiences to myself.

Viv - Hey sorry – was busy getting ready.

Em - No problem

We’re leaving in a few to pick you up.

Viv - About driving…

I was thinking we should walk.

Em - Uhm what? Girl, you have not seen these heels.

We’re driving otherwise I’ll be too sore to dance.

Viv - Right, sorry. But maybe my mom could drive us?

Em - Suddenly have something against my brother?

I know he has big head and all, but it doesn’t get in the way of his driving.

You’ll live.

Viv - No! Not at all!

Sorry.

I just don’t think we should drive.

Bring extra shoes, we’ll walk together!

Em - What the hell is going on with you?

Viv - Nothing!

Em - I’m your best friend. TELL ME!

I take a deep breath. Em is stubborn, and now that she thinks I’ve insulted her brother, there’s no way she will back down.

I chew on my bottom lip, likely getting lipstick all over my teeth, thinking of a way to convince Em to walk to prom without sounding like a crazy person.

The clock isn’t on my side. No genius plans come to mind.

Crazy it is.

Viv -Okay! I have a really bad feeling about going to the prom in Jackson’s car.

I know it sounds crazy, but please trust me.

Em - LOL

Nice try.

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