Lovesick (ghostgirl, Book 3)
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Before she can rest in peace, Charlotte Usher must return to the tragic site of her death: high school. Once there, her assignment is to help a designated teen solve a personal problem in time for the all-important prom. But no one explained what happens if you fall in love with your class project. Charlotte would die (again) for love but facing the all-too-familiar feeling of invisibility may be too much for her to swallow.
the reversal in her mother’s tone and felt that Eileen had drawn some strength from her father’s steadfastness. They were being a parental team, getting on the same page, and even though she disagreed, there was comfort and strength in their togetherness. Eileen and Bill smiled, signaling to Charlotte that they were okay with it and that she would be okay, too. They hugged her tightly, squeezing the life out of her, so to speak. Satisfied that the situation was under control, Bill gave her a
underneath the table. Lisa irked Scarlet because the girl was much more annoying than funny; she was yearbook funny, Scarlet liked to say. In other words, she met a very low thresh-old of funny. “Take my plants… please,” Lisa, in an outfit as dated and goofy as her material and breath smelling of egg salad, joked eagerly. Scarlet was tempted to hiss out a rim shot but resisted and just ignored her. “I love this wreath,” Scarlet said warily. “How much?” They were Ingrid Bergman roses on the
again, pointing her finger at the computer screen and directing him to look over his shoulder. Damen turned around, but all he could see was the “This Is Not a Love Song” promo PiL poster that she’d given him hanging on the wall over his bed. “Take the poster down,” she said. He gently removed the tape from the top of the panoramic poster that practically filled up his whole wall, careful not to tear it, and peeled it off, revealing line after line of song lyrics written largely in Scarlet’s
supposed to mean?” Charlotte quizzed indignantly. “It means you’re carrying on just like you did with Damen,” Pam said. “You’re obsessed. Again.” “Look where that got you,” Prue reminded. “And this guy is no Damen.” Charlotte held her tongue and thought for a second about what the girls were trying to tell her. It was true; Eric was nothing like Damen on the outside. Actually, he was almost the exact opposite. The way he dressed, his lifestyle, his ambitions. Not the kind of guy Charlotte
they’re gone?” “It is,” Damen said, looking around for someone he knew he couldn’t see, “very strange.” “I love that song,” Darcy said out of nowhere. “Thanks; it’s from my mix tape,” Damen said, realizing Darcy was maybe a little more like Scarlet than he’d thought at first. “You should stick around. It gets better.” “I’m not really much of a prom person,” Darcy admitted, “but thanks.” Damen just smiled at Darcy and realized his instincts were right. She and Scarlet might even be friends