"How did you get inside Tracey in the first place?" she asked. She caught a glimpse of a response in Amanda's mind, but it was obvious to her that Amanda was trying to put one over on her.
"You cared about her? Ha! Amanda Beeson cares only about Amanda Beeson." Jenna concentrated on getting deeper into Amanda's thoughts, but there wasn't much to learn. Amanda was now mentally counting backward from one thousand. Obviously, she was trying to keep Jenna from learning more about her.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Jenna said. "And I don't want to know you either. Like I said, this is for Tracey." She took a deep breath.
"Tracey, I know you're in there. It's not your fault that this-that Amanda took over your body. But you've got to be strong now. Come out, get rid of her, take over."
Does she have to make it sound so violent?
"Stop thinking!" Jenna barked. "I can't reach Tracey if you keep interrupting. Tracey, I'll bet you can hear me. I don't know why you become invisible like you do. Maybe you're just shy or something. But now it's like you've completely disappeared, and that's worse. Now, if you come out, Amanda can go back into her little princess world and you can come back into yours and everything will be normal, okay? Tracey? Tracey!"
Jenna concentrated as hard as she could, but all she could sense was Amanda trying very hard to think of nothing.
"I give up. I can't hear her at all." You can't give up-I have to get out of here! Bring her back!
"I just said I can't! Look, did it ever occur to you that maybe she doesn't want to come back?"
You mean I could be stuck inside Tracey forever?
Jenna was spared from answering when the door to the apartment opened. "Hi, honey pie!" her mother squealed.
"Hi, Mom." Jenna glanced nervously in the direction where Amanda was sitting.
"Guess what? I bought fifty lottery tickets!"
It was clear to Jenna that her mom must have had a few drinks before making the decision to buy more than her usual one.
"Why, Mom?"
"Honey, I just had this feeling. This is it! This is our week!"
"Sure, Mom." She glanced back at the sofa and knew Amanda was still there. Get out of here, she thought fiercely, but of course Amanda wasn't a mind reader. All Jenna got in return was Amanda's reaction to her mother.
"I'm starving, Jenna, honey. Is there anything to eat?"
"No, Mom. I was waiting for you to come home with some money so I could go to the store. I'll go now."
Her mother's face crumpled. "But I don't have any more money, Jenna. I spent it all on lottery tickets."
Jenna sighed. "It's okay-I think I've got five bucks stashed away. I'll get us something." Then she stiffened as she became aware of something very different coming from Amanda. It wasn't disgust that Amanda was feeling, or even distaste. It was pity. Amanda was feeling sorry for her.
Jenna clenched her fists in rage. Even in her foggy state, her mother could see that something was wrong.
"Honey, you okay?"
What could Jenna say? That she desperately wanted her mother out of the room so she could tell Amanda what she could do with her pity?
Then yet another realization hit her. How could she be reading pity in Amanda's mind? Girls like Amanda Beeson never thought about anyone but
146
themselves. It was impossible that Amanda could be feeling sorry for her. So maybe, maybe, she was actually making contact with Tracey!
And then she realized that Amanda was leaving. "Wait!" she cried out.
Her mother looked at her strangely. "What did you say, honey?"
Jenna sighed and tried to hold onto Amanda-Tracey's thoughts as she went out the door. The pity was still there, but another feeling had joined it- something that didn't make sense at all to Jenna. It seemed to her like… fear.
Now what was that all about?
Chapter Eleven
AMANDA DIDN'T PAUSE FOR a breath until Brookside Towers was way out of sight and she felt reasonably safe. She couldn't believe how close she'd come to even more serious trouble back there. The last thing she needed was to feel sorry for Jenna. Becoming Jenna Kelley was no more appealing to her than being Tracey Devon. Jenna certainly didn't have a better life than Tracey. At least Tracey lived in a nice house where there was food in the kitchen. And at least Tracey had a pair of normal parents.
Well, sort of normal. They were normal to the septuplets. But for Tracey… Amanda couldn't quite figure it out. Okay, Tracey was a nerd and she didn't have any friends, but weren't parents supposed to love their kids unconditionally, even if they were pathetic? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it wasn't the fault of the Devon Seven that Tracey was such a mess. It was her parents' fault.
At that moment she wasn't in any mood to face those parents, even if they couldn't see her. And she decided to take advantage of her invisibility by paying a visit to a place that she'd been trying not to think about.
Had it really been less than a week since she'd been in her own home? It felt like forever. It was funny how she'd forgotten what a pretty house it was. She stood there, at the end of the driveway, and just admired it.
Then she caught her breath. There she was- Amanda Beeson, accompanied by Katie and Britney, walking right by her. Boy, if she only knew what they'd been saying about her in the restroom, Amanda thought. She picked up her pace so that she could enter the house with them.
Her very own mother came into the vestibule to greet them. "Hello, darling. Hi, girls."
Other-Amanda didn't bother with greetings. "Mom, we're starving. Is there anything to eat?"
"Of course there is! I made chocolate-chip cookies for you."
"Yum," Katie and Britney chorused, but Other-Amanda stamped her foot.
"Mom! You know I'm on a diet! Why did you have to go make cookies?"
"Amanda, darling, there's no need for you to be on a diet," her mother protested as she followed them into the kitchen.
"Oh, what would you know?" Other-Amanda muttered.
Jeez, was she rude or what? Amanda thought. But wasn't that what she normally would have said?
"Girls, would you like some milk with those cookies?" Amanda's mother asked, opening the refrigerator and taking out a carton.
"Mom! Could we have some privacy, puh-leeze?"
Amanda could see the annoyance on her mother's face, but the woman didn't say anything. She probably didn't want to embarrass her daughter by scolding her in front of her friends. That was the kind of thoughtful person she was.
As soon as her mother left, Other-Amanda said, "Guys, did I tell you what I did to Tracey Devon in gym class? I told her I saw a bug crawling out of her hair!"
Britney and Katie burst out laughing. After what she'd heard her friends say in the restroom that day, Amanda-Tracey knew they were faking their enthusiasm for Amanda's meanness. They were such hypocrites! And she didn't want to listen to it anymore. She started for the door and then had another thought. She ran up the stairs to her very own room, went into the closet, and grabbed her favorite red ballerina flats. It wasn't really stealing, she told herself. After all, they were hers.
By the time she got back to Tracey's house, it was after six, and since she was still invisible, nobody could see that she was home. But her absence clearly wasn't having any effect on the household. In fact, there was an event going on-a reporter and a film crew were there. The Devon Seven were all wearing identical pink dresses. Tracey's mother had obviously been to the beauty salon, and even Tracey's father had come home early from work.