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try to stop us from moving!”
    Tara smiled at me. “Of course not, Maxie.”

9
    O N S ATURDAY AFTERNOON , I walked to Aaron's house to tell him the bad news. Aaron and I have been friends since we were little kids.
    Even when he was a baby, he was kinda strange. For example, he learned to walk—and then a few months later, he learned to crawl.
    I knew he'd be upset about my family moving away. It was going to be really tough for both of us. For one thing, Aaron had the first season of
Buffy
, and I had the second season. How would we ever trade episodes?
    Aaron greeted me at the door and led me to his room. He was wearing a blue and red
Star Trek
cap, sideways; brown shorts; and a T-shirt that said: DON'T WEAR THIS.
    Where does he find these dumb shirts?
    He closed the door behind us. “Shhh.” He put a finger to his lips. “I brought home a jar of honey.”
    I squinted at him. “Honey? Why?”
    “I'm going to pour it into my sister's bed,” he whispered.
    “Why?” I asked.
    “Revenge,” he said.
    Aaron spends a big part of every day getting revenge on his six-year-old sister, Kaytlin.
    Aaron giggled. “Tonight she'll climb into bed. She won't see the honey till it's too late. She'll be sticky for the rest of her life.” He giggled some more.
    “I came over to tell you something,” I said.
    “Shhh. Not now,” he whispered. “I'll show you the jar of honey.” He grabbed his backpack and pulled it open.
    His mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged. He let out a groan. “Oh noooo.”
    I peered into the backpack. The lid had come off the jar. The thick, sticky honey had spilled all over Aaron's books and binders.
    He lifted his math book out. It was dripping with a heavy layer of gunk.
    “Ruined,” Aaron moaned. “I'm ruined.” He dropped the soaked textbook into the backpack. “Kaytlin did this!” he cried, shaking a fist. “She did this. This means
war!”
    “But Aaron, I need to tell you something,” I said.
    He tossed the backpack down and flew out the door. I followed him to the kitchen.
    “Maybe we have some in this cabinet,” he said. He pulled open the door and began shoving jarsand bottles out of his way. “Yes! Here it is!” He held up a jar. “A big jar. We haven't lost. This war is just beginning.”
    “We?”
    He pulled off the lid and tossed it aside. Then he ran past me with the jar raised in front of him. His eyes were wild. His mouth was twisted in an evil grin.
    I followed him down the long hall. He stopped at his sister's room and peeked in. “She's not home,” he said. “Come on. Let's rock and roll.”
    He tiptoed to Kaytlin's dresser and slid open the top drawer He giggled. “It's her underwear drawer. Check it out.”
    I didn't really want to see Kaytlin's underwear. But I didn't have a choice. I peeked into the drawer.
    Her underpants were neatly folded in rows, organized by color.
    “Aaron, I really have to tell you something,” I tried again.
    But he motioned for me to hush. Then he leaned the honey jar against the drawer and tipped it upside down. Slowly, slowly, the thick goop started to pour out onto Kaytlin's underpants.
    Aaron moved the jar slowly back and forth. He had covered two rows of underpants when his mother stepped into the room.
    “Aaron? What on earth are you doing?” she asked.
    Aaron turned around, still holding the jar over the drawer. “Uh…nothing,” he said.
    “You are going to be doing nothing for a long, long time,” she said. “Because you are grounded for life.”
    “Not again,” Aaron said.
    So I had to leave. I didn't have a chance to tell Aaron my sad news. I decided to e-mail him when I got home.

10
    T HE SUN HAD GONE DOWN . I started to walk home from Aaron's house. Fog floated in, making the trees and houses hazy.
    I heard soft thuds behind me. I realized that someone was following me.
Again!
    I turned. I saw him. The boy dressed in black. The boy with the old man's face.
    My heart started to pound. My legs felt shaky