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Finally, it arrived. The last day of school. Emma was so

excited she practically skipped down the stairs. She

hummed as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Somebody’s happy,” her mother commented.

“Excited about starting your internship tomorrow?” her

father asked.

Emma ceased her humming and plopped into her kitchen

chair. “Yeah,” she said, as if somebody had just popped a bal-

loon she got at the zoo.

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T H O M A S J . M I S U R A C A

Actually, she was excited about the internship. The world of

law interested her, but she realized she had never seen much of

what actually happens in a courthouse. A few times last summer

she’d had lunch with her dad at the courthouse, but he’d always

met her in the lobby. She had never seen a real courtroom, and

she wondered if they looked the same as they did on television.

“I’m excited about getting to see you in your robe,” Emma

told her father.

“I don’t think you will,” he said. “You’ll probably be locked

away in the library all day researching cases for me.”

“And I thought I wouldn’t be having fun this summer vacation.”

“It will be a blast,” her father assured her. “But don’t stay

out too late celebrating your last day of school, because you’ll

need to wake up early to catch the trolley with me.”

Emma pictured herself squished between businessmen on a

trolley packed even tighter than her school locker. And they’d

all be reading those business newspapers — the ones that did-

n’t even have comics!

“Maybe I could learn how to sleep standing up,” she said

quietly.

“What’s that?” said her father.

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C H A P T E R F I V E

“Nothing,” She finished her breakfast and then headed

out to school.

It was nice that the mornings were warmer and Emma could

walk to school without having to shield herself from the ice-

cold wind that blew in from the bay.

But as she walked, a sudden chill came over her. It wasn’t

wind, but her instinct. Something bad was in the air.

Whatever it was had pretty lousy timing. The last day of

school was supposed to be a breeze.

When Emma patrolled the city as the Muse, she knew when

somebody was doing something wrong. Her instinct always led

her right to the perpetrator and Emma would catch them in

whatever bad deed they were in the middle of committing. But

this new sensation was both close and distant at the same time.

She knew something bad was happening — but not when or

where.