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Scritch-scratch!

Scritch-scratch!

I crawl through the starry-smooth tunnel to the Hideout—our secret meeting place under the slide at school. Jasmine and Lily scuff along behind me. Then we sit crisscross applesauce on the ground. I swish pebbles out from under me.

“The meeting of the Secret Journal Club is now called to order!” I say as I open my secret journal. It was a gift from my grandmother Upsy.

“What’s on the agenda?” Lily asks, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder.

I lean closer to my friends. “You’ll never believe it,” I begin.

Their eyes widen. “What?” they both say at the same time.

I check the tunnel to make sure no one’s there.

“Remember my imaginary friend, Posey?” I ask.

Their heads bob up and down. Of course they remember Posey. It’s not every day that an imaginary friend appears out of thin air right in front of you.

“Well, he drew a magic door on my bedroom wall and took me to the WOM!” I say, sounding out each letter. Double-U. Oh. Em.

Lily and Jasmine make funny faces, because they have no idea about the WOM.