Free Truth or Dare . . by P.J. Night Page A

possible! Maybe now her spirit will be free to go to the other side!”
    But Abby was filled with horrible dread. “I don’tthink so, Leah,” she said. “I have a really bad feeling about this.”
    â€œJust go see what it is,” Leah encouraged her. “Just go see if there’s even anything there.”
    Abby walked over to her dresser, where Sara’s picture stared back at her, still illuminated by the glowing lights. She pulled open the top drawer and looked inside.
    Socks. Her bathing suit. Old T-shirts for sleeping in.
    Nothing unexpected.
    Nothing unusual.
    Abby was so relieved she started to laugh. “Leah, there’s nothing here—,” she began. But her voice trailed off when she saw it: the corner of a pale purple piece of paper. She didn’t remember ever putting something like that in the drawer. She moved a pair of socks out of the way and found a carefully folded piece of paper with Jake’s name on it, written in tiny, perfect letters.
    â€œWhat do I do with this?” Abby asked anxiously. “Give it to Jake? What would I say? ‘Hey, Jake, I found this in my sock drawer and I think it’s for you?’” She picked up the paper and suddenly caught a whiff of that strange, exotic flower again. “Do you smell that?” she asked Leah abruptly.
    â€œSmell what?” Leah asked impatiently as she grabbed the paper out of Abby’s hand. “I want to read it.”
    â€œMaybe we shouldn’t,” Abby wondered aloud. “It could just make things worse.”
    But it was too late. Leah had already unfolded the paper. Abby watched her eyes move back and forth as she read whatever was written there.
    â€œWell? What does it say?” Abby asked.
    Leah crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the trash. “Never mind,” she said firmly. “It was stupid. It was nothing.”
    â€œForget that,” Abby said as she reached into the trash. “I want to know what it said!”
    â€œAbby, don’t—,” Leah began.
    Abby smoothed out the wrinkled paper. She stood completely still as she stared at the note. The message on it wasn’t long.
    Truth time, Jake. What do you see in Abby? You can do better!
    Abby inhaled sharply. She wanted to forget every word of the note, but she knew that the message wasburned into her memory forever. She stared into the dresser drawer so that Leah couldn’t see the tears that filled her eyes.
    â€œI’m so sorry. I wish I hadn’t read it. I wish you hadn’t read it,” Leah said miserably. “It was so mean. And so harsh. And totally not true! I never knew Sara was so mean. Abby? Abby? What’s wrong? You look like you’re going to pass out!”
    Abby reached into the drawer, picked something up, and turned toward Leah. “There’s something else in here,” she said, her voice hoarse.
    Abby held out her hand to Leah and uncurled her fingers.
    A lock of long red hair tied together with a purple bow gleamed in her palm.

CHAPTER 10
    â€œGross!” Leah exclaimed, jumping back. “What is that?”
    â€œIt’s hair,” Abby said with a shudder. “Red hair. Leah, if you can come up with a reasonable explanation for this, I’m dying to hear it.”
    Leah just looked at her with wide eyes. “Abby, I don’t know what to say,” she replied. “You . . . haven’t started collecting other people’s hair, have you?”
    Abby turned away. “This isn’t funny,” she said coldly. “Sorry if my sense of humor is failing me right now.”
    â€œNo, I’m sorry,” Leah replied as she stared at the floor. “I didn’t mean for that to sound sarcastic. You need a totally supportive friend now more than ever, and I’ve been an epic fail in that department. This is all just very hard to believe.”
    â€œTell me about it.” Abby