I DASHED DOWN THE STAIRS, THREE steps at a time, nearly breaking my leg. I probably sprained my ankle because blinding pain seared through my leg when I reached the bottom, but I forged through it. I crossed the hallways into the entrance hall, kicked both doors open and was nearly hit in the face with a broken-off chair leg.
I raised my eyebrows at Evie, who’d been the one to swing the makeshift weapon my way. I hadn’t expected her to be the bravest of my class mates, but it was the best surprise I’d had all day.
“You all right?” Alex asked.
I sighed, relieved at seeing him.
“Sorry,” Evie said, putting the weapon down. “I heard someone coming and thought it was the ghost.”
“Ghosts don’t make noises, not when they don’t want to,” I told her. I turned to Alex and smiled at him. “I’m so
