her. I think about Billy Jones the whole way
home. When I walk up the driveway, Kasey is
sitting in the rocking chair on the porch in her
black Pizza Pit hoodie. “Hey, Lu. What’s up?”
she asks.
“There was a fight today at school.”
Her eyes widen. “At Middleton? No way!”
“Not like a physical fight. It was Annie and
Alex. They broke up, I guess. She flipped his
lunch tray!”
“Oh.” Kasey sounds sad. “They were such a
cute couple.”
“Maybe they’re cursed.” I sit on the steps of
the porch.
“Cursed? Why?”
“The names-on-the-bridge-at-midnight
thing.”
“Oh, that,” she says.
“I saw your name there.”
“Kasey-n-Drew r tru.” She laughs. “I
wrote that.”
“Why did you write your names if the
bridge is cursed?”
“If you write your name at midnight, you’ll
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