But it was anything but boring for Ling. No one had died. Yet. And the spirits would take that death today, unless Jake could keep them all safe.
The Yearbook Club opened the festivities with a slide show before yielding the stage to the Debate Society. Then—just before everyone slipped into boredom-induced coma—the Basketball Boys thundered out, each player doing a lay-up before gathering around their Regional trophy for a photo. The kraken swam amid their legs, eyes glinting.
As the band began honking its way through a Souza march, Ling saw people getting restless. Haunts glided through the gym, hungry and watchful. Blood was in the air.
The tension eased off when Eddie and Andy Holmes showed up, late, walking beside the Vice Principal, whose cobweb veils had thinned to crepe. A tiny
