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Neil's birthday had been great. I'd had a lot of fun, even though I'd never thought that being in a club would be my thing. But Beck had been really nice, and Rachel had been helpful when I got a little buzzed from that blue drink.

Okay, I'd gotten a lot buzzed. Maybe even kinda drunk! But Rachel had helped me home, and a few days later, Beck had texted asking if I wanted to hang out. Which was nice! I really liked talking to her.

What I hadn't expected was for Beck to try to kiss me. I sort of freaked out about it. She apologized, a lot, and I apologized, too, but I still wasn't sure what it meant. She'd tried to kiss me. And I'd almost let her.

Losing Miles still felt fresh, even though it wasn't anymore. And anyway, Beck was a girl. I wasn't gay, was I?

That was how I found myself at Jack's. I'd never thought of myself as someone who might like girls. Well, before coming to Darrow, I'd never thought of myself as someone who liked anyone other than Jake! Everything was changing, and I needed to talk to someone about what the heck was going on. Jack seemed the safest right now for getting my head in order. I'd talk to Rachel later.

Nervously, I knocked on the door, hoping he was home today.

Dated Apr 27, 2017

Things got weird. First there was that whole thing with the hatching demon creatures. Cliff was right, I realized. This city never did anything small or safe. Getting Rachel moved into my apartment was easy, and I was glad to have her here.

Especially now.

Miles was gone. I knew he was gone, because I'd been looking for him, almost frantically, using any morph I could think of that would help me find him: I tracked his scent in dog and wolf morphs. I scouted his bedroom window in osprey and owl morphs. I used my seagull morph to blend into the cityscape to try to find him going to or from Darrow High, or his job, or even some crime scenes.

I even went to the vampires that had kidnapped me and tried to see if they'd somehow gotten him, this time.

He was nowhere. He was gone.

Now I knew how he felt, because I'd disappeared on him before. This was awful. I felt like a part of me had been cut out and hidden somewhere that I couldn't find it. Was that dramatic? In my better moments, it felt dramatic. In my worst, alone in my bed at night, curled up and trying not to cry, it didn't feel dramatic enough.

It was always hard to tell when someone really went missing from this city, I realized as I poured Rachel and me bowls of Auspicious Trinkets — auspiciously delicious! — for breakfast. Jessica had given me Snowflake (given her back, technically), and she and Pangur were watching me from the corner of the counter. I was glad they got along so well, at least. I wondered how long Snowflake had noticed Miles was gone. But it had been three days since he missed our date, and I'd skipped school to try to find him, the way that he'd tried to find me when the vampires took me. So I knew he'd been gone at least three days. But what if it had been longer? How could I be sure? We didn't text every single day.

Was I a bad girlfriend?

I gasped when something cold splashed against my hand, and realized I'd just over-filled one of the cereal bowls and gotten milk everywhere.

Something inside my swelled and bubbled up my throat. At first, for a single heartbeat, I thought I was going to be sick.

Then I screamed "Fuck!" and slammed the milk on the counter, splashing more. Pangur and Snowflake scrabbled off the counter and under the coffee table in the living room, and I backed away from my mess like I could back away from my feelings. I didn't stop until my back hit the fridge, and then I sagged down, curling up on the floor.

Okay, it was time for yoga. Part of the reason I'd been skipping out on it was because I was worried, and felt a little shy. I'd never done yoga before! Well, beyond the few classes of Jack's that I'd gone to, and even though I'd gone to the beginner's classes, I'd still felt like a total dweeb, like I was the only one in the class who didn't know what they were doing. Telling Jack I was looking for jobs or that other things had come up wasn't really a lie, but I was also tiptoeing around the truth, because I was a wimp.

Yeah, that's right. I was able to face down the Yeerks during epic battles through which I wasn't always sure I'd survive, but I couldn't tell one of my friends that I was worried I'd be the dumbest, lamest person in his yoga class.

So, even though I was nervous, I'd gotten my yoga clothes out, changed into them, and headed to Jack's class. I'd never really worn yoga clothes before. The pants were surprisingly comfortable — and probably good for morphing in, I noted — and the sports bra and loose tank top over top of it were a little more revealing than I was used to, but I hadn't been able to find anything else that worked. I was a little shy about how I looked. I'd seen mannequins at the store in a similar outfit, and pictures in flyers, but I wasn't so sure I looked as good as the pictures and mannequins suggested.

But, I reminded myself, I wasn't out to impress anyone! I was just going for some yoga, and maybe I'd feel better about myself afterwards. Jack thought it would do me some good, and really, the flexibility probably wouldn't hurt while hiding and running from the Yeerks.

I was right on time. People were still filing in and taking their coats off. My coat joined theirs on the hangers. I toed off my boots and stuffed my feet into my sandals. Not everyone in class went barefoot. Some wore sneakers, and others wore socks that reminded me kind of like Mary Jane shoes. I was wearing my sandals in, but once my yoga mat was unrolled, my sandals were going to come off.

I cast surreptitious glances for Jack, wondering if he'd spotted me yet, or if he was busy setting up.

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