Chapter One
Book One- Zoe

WHEN anda ARE INVISIBLE, anda CAN SEE WHAT OTHERS THINK anda CAN'T SEE. THIS CAN COME IN HANDY WHEN anda NEED TO KNOW YOUR ENEMY. -EMMA

      I planted my suitcase on the front porch where my sister Sophie would supposedly carry it inside and up to our rooms atau at least that is what dad told her to do. It was very humid out here and I did not want to be out here in this heat.After fetching all of her suitcases, I caught a glimpse of her painting her fingernails and toenails bright red. Irresponsible, as usual. We slave our butts off while she paints her nails. anda could not trust that girl to do anything. I tried pointing this out to dad but he was too busy with his fiancé Carrie.
      Although, I want to believe that Carrie loves him, I just can not see a girl like her with my father. They were so not compatible. For one she looks like she should be in her late twenties atau early thirties while my dad is in his early forties. She should be one of those dancers in a hip hip movie while my dad has a picture of himself on the cover of National Geographic. What could they possible have to talk about. If I had known two years yang lalu that they were going to get engaged, I would have stopped it there,
      "Sophie!" I called from the car. I was fed up with her being lazy. "You gotta take those suitcases inside!"
      "When I am done," she replied. If I had let those suitcases sit outside in the hot air, then I would most likely get in trouble. Dad would find a way to make it my fault. I took it upon myself to lug those heavy bags inside our new home. The sad part is that this would be the most fun I would probably have this summer.
      I did not want to spend my birthday like this. The hari I turn 13 had to be the hari we pindah into this old Victorian halaman awal with Carrie. My dad thought it would be a fun adventure but all I see that is the least bit fun is the tire hanging on the rope which was tied on a pohon branch. It reminded me of mom. Bittersweet.
       I had to admit though. The house was gigantic and very elegant. There were about three floors, the first floor contained the kitchen, living room, and an extra room which would be dad's office and a library. The detik floor contained four bedrooms and three bathrooms. I thought that would definitely come in handy. Then the third floor was the attic. I had to beg dad for me to set up my art studio up there and he had finally agreed this morning. I was so excited that I started designing what I wanted my studio to look like in the car ride.
      Sophie and I would finally have our own separate rooms on the detik floor. They were right beside each other but at least this time I can have my own tempat tidur and keep my diary nearby without having the fear of her membaca it.
      "Do anda like it Zoe?" My dad asked. He was suddenly right behind me. I did not even realize that he had climbed up the stairs along with me to my room.
      "Yea, it is huge," I replied. 
      Sophie peered at my room. "Zoe, did anda try to decorate your room?" She asked.She had came out of no where. This family needs to start wearing bells around their necks.
      "Yes, Sophie," I berkata annoyed. "Just wait until I finish most of my paintings. They will be hanging in my room. Oh and dad can I repaint my room the way I want it?" I already had a great idea for it. If I was going to live in this room for the rest of my life until I go to college then I would have to do it my way.
      "Sure but please do not mess with the wiring atau anything other then painting the walls." He looked exhausted but he did have to drive from Atlanta, Georgia to Brunswick, Georgia which was a 5 jam drive. He wouldn't be so tired if Carrie hadn't left her bags back in Atlanta and her wallet. "And I promised Sophie she could have half of the attic for her instruments."
      All of our lives Sophie an I had to share everything but I really didn't want to share the attic with my twin. I cinta her and all but besides my room I have nothing of mine. I don't know what it is but me and my sister just don't see eye to eye. We are two completely different people. This could just be me being selfish. "Fine. I gotta go unpack."
      I slammed the door in their face and squished my face onto the pillow. I didn't want to pindah out here in the first place and then this Carrie girl comes and ruins everything. I just wish that mom was here. Bittersweet. 
      'Are anda okay old friend?' whispered a soft voice. The voice was soothing and familiar at the same time but I couldn't remember. I sat up but I saw no one in my room. My nerves were getting to me again.
      Whenever I have a strong emotion, I can hear a voice so calming that it makes me forget about my troubles but I thought that, that would go away as soon as we moved. 'It only gets stronger the older anda get.' The voice only got louder and lebih clearer. 'I will need your help one day. Would anda help me?" I felt compelled to help.

A couple of hours later, Carrie called everyone down for dinner. The only thing she was useful for was cooking us dinner. She has a real talent with cooking but my mom was better. Bittersweet again!   
      Sophie glanced at me as if she had something important to tell me but didn't know how to tell me. When we were 10, we created this secret code that we would send to each other if their was something we needed to tell each other. If it was an emergency then anda hold up three fingers, two for it can wait, and one for I have something to tell anda but I won't tell anda now. Today it was an emergency.
      anda could see the panic in her brown eyes which were similar to mine. 
      "A vegan hot dog for Zoe and a regular hotdog with everything on it for Sophie." Instead of giving me the vegan hotdog, she gave it to Sophie while I got a hotdog with everything on it. She was always getting this wrong. We have known Carrie for about two years now and she still couldn't tell us apart. 
      "Actually, I am Zoe and that is Sophie," I corrected. 
      "Oops," she giggled. Her giggles are so irritating but my dad thought they were adorable. What does he see in her? "Sorry Sophie, and Zoe. I am so forgetful."
      "We will be right back," I berkata quickly. Sophie and I got up from the meja and went straight to her room which she had spent enriching her room with pictures of friends and some of her favorit bands. She paced the open area back and forth. Sensing she was not going to talk anytime soon I berkata something first. "What is the emergency?"
      "Remember when dad berkata we had imaginary friends named Emma and Erica?" She questioned. 
      "Yea why?"
      "I think I saw Emma," she answered.
      "Don't anda think anda are a bit too old for imaginary friends?" I joked, she was not laughing.
      "She was not imaginary. She was dead." The stern look on her face told me everything. It told me everything that I knew was true whether my brain berkata it wasn't. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, I knew that we had made friends with spirits.