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Megan has been haunted by the ghost of her twin sister, Remy, since the accident nine years ago. Megan doesn't want anyone to think she's crazy, so she keeps this little "talent" to herself. But when she meets Luke at her summer job and discovers he can see ghosts too, she's thrilled. Finally, someone who can relate...and, even better, can possibly help Remy move on. Megan's not even worried about the fact that Luke's supercute and nice, because of course she's totally into her boyfriend (even though he's been spending way too much time with another girl). And she definitely didn't mean to kiss Luke (especially since her friend has a thing for him). Messy much?
But when the visions Remy haunts Megan with get crazy violent, Megan must turn to Luke to figure out what her twin is trying to say. Because someone's definitely in danger...she's just not sure who.
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Nicki rounds the corner fast, and I clutch the armrest tightly. I take a deep breath and see her look my way.
"Oh God, sorry," she says as she takes her foot off the gas pedal and presses on the brake. "I get carried away on this stretch."
I look out at the river hugging the road and will myself to take in the gorgeous White Mountains scenery instead of imagining the car skidding off into the water. "Hey, no problem," I lie. "And thanks for driving me. Figures my mom has one of her stupid dog things the day I get the interview. She and Fergus have a new routine, and this is the first time they're performing it."
Nicki laughs. "How could she retire the 'Toxic' number? That was a showstopper!"
"Ha, ha, funny."
Of course my mom dancing with our golden retriever in front of an audience, and then posting the videos on the Internet is anything but funny. "Anyway, I swear I'll do all the driving when I get my license."
"Don't worry about it, Megan."
"Seriously! I'm gonna do it this time. I signed up for lessons with this new driving school that just opened."
Nicki pushes her long bangs out of her eyes. "I believe you."
I know she's really thinking I'll chicken out like always, but I'm grateful she doesn't say it out loud. She knows that despite the years of therapy, riding in a car still freaks me out.
She takes the turn onto Enchanted Boulevard like a ninety-two-year-old grandmother would, and I point to an office building near the entrance to the park. "The interview is over there."
She pulls into the nearly empty parking lot, which will be jam-packed in a week. "Are you sure you really want to do this?" she asks.
I stare up at the Land of Enchantment sign. Smiling princesses and overly cute forests animals wave their animatronic arms. Even as a kid I wasn't crazy about coming here all that much -- the crowds, the two-minute rides that never seemed worth the long wait to get on them. But Remy loved everything about Land of Enchantment, and Dad used to say he'd never seen a pair of twins look at the world so differently.
A small shudder wracks my body. It's been ten years since Remy died, and ten long years of being haunted by her ghost. Coming here is just asking for her to pop up, and I'm wondering if I can pull off an interview with Remy's ghost babbling in the background. I'm very tempted to tell Nicki to put the car in reverse and go home.
But I don't.
"I was getting sick of the bookstore," I lie. "Ever since Diane got promoted to manager, she's been a total bitch. And this way I'll be outside getting a tan instead of spending another summer paler than a vampire."
Nicki shakes her head. "This has nothing to do with getting a tan and you know it. I've kept my mouth shut so far, but to be honest, getting a job here because you're afraid to leave Ryan and Samantha alone is kind of stalkery."
"Stalkery? Since when did wanting to spend time with your boyfriend become stalking?"
Nicki gives me an incredulous look.
"Okay! The thought of him and Samantha working together has been driving me nuts, but can you blame me? She's been his best friend since second grade, and we've only been going out for three weeks and two days."
"This is so not like you! Where's the Megan who'd never chase a guy she just started seeing? Who'd never in a million years stay with said guy if she didn't trust him?"
I stare up at the prince on the sign, climbing Rapunzel's long braid. "That Megan was tired of not having had a relationship since freshman year. And that Megan was confident things were strictly platonic between them until Samantha made one too many trips to the keg and made her 'soul mate' confession. Not to mention the fact that she's totally gorgeous -- and nice. How can I compete with that?"
"Yeah, that was real nice of her to make a play for Ryan while you were in the bathroom. But despite her drunken confession, he's still with you, so what are you worried about?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I just wish he hadn't told me about it."
"He was being honest with you, and if you ask me, that's a good sign."
"Or maybe he was laying the groundwork for our breakup -- so it won't come as a big shock when he tells me he's finally realized the girl of his dreams was living right next door all along."
Nicki shakes her head and takes out her iPod. "Good luck. Hope they assign you to something cool like the hot dog cart. Or if you make a really great impression, maybe they'll give you one of those little brooms and dustpans with the long handles, and you can sweep trash from the walkways."
"Actually it's always been a dream of mine to work the slushy machine, but what I'm really looking forward to is spending the summer endlessly repeating 'Welcome to the Gingerbread Coaster, please keep your hands inside the car until the ride comes to a complete stop.' "
Nicki puts the earbuds in. "I'm gonna listen to some songs; the tryouts are tomorrow and I still haven't decided what to sing." She turns the volume up and I can hear "Defying Gravity" from Wicked. "Working at any of the fast-food joints on the outlet strip would be better than this," she says loudly.
I pick up my purse and tell myself I'm above spying on my boyfriend. But then I think about how being with Ryan makes me feel more alive than I have in years, and I open the door and head for the park offices.
I sit in front of Mr. Roy and put on the best I-would-so-be- an-asset-to-your-amusement-park smile I can muster. Looking at his Cinderella tie, I have a feeling he'll be a pushover.
"So..." He glances down at my application. "Megan, why do you want to work at Land of Enchantment?"
Telling him I've turned into a stalker because good-girl Samantha morphed into a man-stealing bitch is probably not the best approach, so I straighten up, look into his washed-out gray eyes, and lie. "I've loved the Land of Enchantment since I was a little girl, and nothing would make me happier than the opportunity to put a little magic into some kid's summer vacation."
I smile harder and hope I didn't lay it on too thick.
Mr. Roy tilts his head and beams. He clasps his hands under his chin. "Is there a special memory of the park you could share with me? I always love hearing how we've affected people; it's what keeps me going when the day-today operation details get overwhelming."
Oh, God, what to pick? Toddler throwing up on the teacup ride? Third-degree sunburns from standing in endless lines? Eating warm egg-salad sandwiches because my parents were too cheap to buy lunch at the park?
"Um, well, I remember this one time, I think I was maybe five, and I was scared to go into Hansel and Gretel's Haunted Forest, and then someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and there was, uh..." My mind scrambles to come up with something plausible. "Uh, there was Snow White. She held out her white-gloved hand and said, 'Don't worry, sweetie; I'll go in with you.' With Snow White by my side, I knew I could do it, and to this day Hansel and Gretel's Haunted Forest is one of my favorite attractions."
Mr. Roy looks teary, and it's all I can do to keep from rolling my eyes. Hansel and Gretel's had to be the lamest thing here -- half the animatronics were broken, and the scariest thing about it was that the fact anyone actually paid money to see it.
"Well, Megan, I think we have a spot on our enchanted team for a special girl like you. I see you've checked off ride operations, gift shop, and character actor on your application. I'd bet a bundle you were hoping to fill Snow White's gloves yourself, am I right?" He leans toward me and winks.
Don't-roll-eyes! "Yes, sir, 'Snow White' is one of my favorite stories, and it would be so much fun to play her."
"What a coincidence. 'Snow White' is one of my favorite stories, too. And with your dark hair, you'll be perfect! Unfortunately, you can't be Snow White every day; we try to mix up our team member's experiences so everyone gets a better feel for the park, and we can find those special kids who turn their Land of Enchantment summer jobs into a life-long career. After all, you'd never know whether you have the makings of our future Fun Farm manager if you don't get to spend some time in the Billy Goats Gruff pen -- which we go to great lengths to keep clean."
I smile like this is a wonderful opportunity, all the while praying to God I won't be shoveling crap all summer.
"Your next step is to meet our team coordinator -- my wife, Miss Patty."
He winks at me, and I will myself to keep the wide-eyed smiley expression plastered on my face.
"She'll give you our orientation packet and training schedule, and get your size for the costume."
He picks up his phone and pushes a button. "Honey bear, I'm sending a new recruit down." He glances at my application again. "Megan Sones. You'll need to take her to the costume room for a Snow White fitting." He pauses and smiles at me. "She's perfect." He hangs up and pushes his chair away from his desk. "Patty's office is just around the corner. I'll point you in the right direction."
I look around at Miss Patty and her office and I'm thinking she has some unresolved issues that a few years of therapy might make a dent in. The walls of her office are bright pink and adorned with portraits of princesses with oversize lightbulb-shaped heads rendered in Day-Glo pastels. patty is signed in huge six-inch letters in the bottom right corner of each one, and I wonder how she could've willingly signed her name to these atrocities. Completely out of place with the rest of the décor, a ratty stuffed boar head hangs gathering dust above an overly gilded mirror just behind her desk.
"Megan," Miss Patty says with a hint of a Southern drawl as she extends a well-manicured hand with rings on each finger. "It is such a pleasure to meet you! I'm Miss Patty, your enchanted team leader, and it's my job to get you ready for your enchanted summe...
