CHLOE, QUUEN OF DENIAL
Naomi Nash

If you’re reading this note, you’re probably in the middle of the desert pulling it from the vulture-plucked bones of someone who used to be named Chloe Bryce.

Or maybe you're my poor, grieving parents who sent me to die in Egypt. A month at the Tomb of Tekhen and Tekhnet will look really good on your college resume, you said. Satisfied now, guys? Maybe you two didn’t know I’d end up facing risks that would make Indiana Jones think twice—baths only every ten days, blistering heat, scorpions in my cot, ancient tombs, mummies, a cursed bracelet. . . . Of course, I did manage to kiss the dig’s one hot guy—so you can console yourselves that I died somewhat happy!

Or you might be that snotty January James, going through my backpack. AGAIN. Jan, I swear, if I catch you with this note, I’m going to kick you right in the King Tut. . . .

Bonus! Get Jan’s side of the story in Eyeliner of the Gods by Katie Maxwell, the companion book to Chloe, Queen of Denial!