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section yet.”
“Isn’t there an index?” There must at least be a glossary.
“No.”
Sigh. “What you really need is the spell book on CD-ROM.”
Miri taps me on the head. “Can we focus here? We need to get that witch out of our lives.”
Witch, huh? I can’t stop the grin. “You’ll have to learn to watch your word choice. You can no longer use the word witch as a negative description.”
She slaps her hand over her mouth.
“How can I help?” I ask. I won’t even bug my sister for the popularity spell today. I’ll let her concentrate.
“Just let me read.”
I should start my poetry homework. But first I’ll read about Robert Crowne’s new tour. Then poetry. “I’ll leave you alone so that you can work your . . .” What’s the word I’m looking for here? Oh. Right. “Magic.” Tee-hee. I really crack myself up.
She taps me on the shoulder. “What we’re about to do is a big deal, huh?”
We lock eyes. “Huge.”
“Giant,” she says.
Maybe she can read my mind.
6
PROJECT POPULARITY + GREEDY SISTER = MORE CHORES
As soon as I find a seat in homeroom, I frantically begin my poetry assignment. Autumn is over the long leaves that love us . I have no clue what that means.
“Morning.” Tammy slides into the empty chair next to me.
“Hey. How was your weekend?”
“All right. Hung out with the moms.”
“Nothing from Aaron ?” I mouth his name in case anyone is eavesdropping.
“No.” The edges of her lips droop, but she quickly pulls them up. “No card. Or date. I called to see what he was up to, but his mom said he was at Mick’s party—”
There’s a roaring in my ears. Mick had another party that I wasn’t invited to. And it was probably the most incredible party ever because it was Valentine’s Day weekend. Lights dimmed, romantic music, candles, chocolates . . . the entire A-list.
That’s it. I have to get Miri working on the popularity plan pronto. I wonder if I can page her at school. No, she’d hate that.
I’ll probably miss another party tonight. I’ll probably miss one at lunch.
I’ll worry about it later. If I finish this poetry assignment before math, I can have the period free to chat with Jewel. I don’t want to waste lunch on it, and it’s too obvious to do in bio or gym. I hate gym. I have to wear my uniform puke green sweatpants and too-long puke green T-shirt. This month our phys ed instructors are teaching us meditation and yoga. They think it’ll teach us to concentrate.
Now, what was I doing? Oh, right. Poetry!
I find Miri lying on her stomach across the kitchen table. Pages of printer paper covered in scribbles are piled next to her. Our mother is still at work. Ever since two years ago, when she and her friend Bonnie started HoneySun, she doesn’t get home until six thirty at the earliest. At least she likes her job now. She especially likes being her own boss. I can relate. I wish I didn’t have anyone telling me what to do.
I have to ask Miri. Today. I can’t take not being popular anymore. Calm down. I have to wait for the right time. I climb onto the table so I can see what she’s up to. “What are you doing?”
“An anti-love spell isn’t going to work,” she says, bursting my one dream of happiness. “I can’t do it. It’s too advanced.”
“Don’t try. Just do,” I say.
“No, I’m serious. See the five broomsticks next to this spell?”
I see five miniature icons of broomsticks. “Yesssssss.”
“That means it’s advanced. One broomstick is for beginners. I don’t think the first spell I try should be a fivebroomer. And this one looks particularly intricate. I’d need a black candle, a small cauldron, Dead Sea salts, and something called Achillea millefolium . Oh, and a lock of the person’s hair.”
“Dad doesn’t have any to spare.” I chuckle. “He’s pretty bald.”
“That’s another problem.”
“You can do it.” This is the same girl who figured out that if we suspended a
“Isn’t there an index?” There must at least be a glossary.
“No.”
Sigh. “What you really need is the spell book on CD-ROM.”
Miri taps me on the head. “Can we focus here? We need to get that witch out of our lives.”
Witch, huh? I can’t stop the grin. “You’ll have to learn to watch your word choice. You can no longer use the word witch as a negative description.”
She slaps her hand over her mouth.
“How can I help?” I ask. I won’t even bug my sister for the popularity spell today. I’ll let her concentrate.
“Just let me read.”
I should start my poetry homework. But first I’ll read about Robert Crowne’s new tour. Then poetry. “I’ll leave you alone so that you can work your . . .” What’s the word I’m looking for here? Oh. Right. “Magic.” Tee-hee. I really crack myself up.
She taps me on the shoulder. “What we’re about to do is a big deal, huh?”
We lock eyes. “Huge.”
“Giant,” she says.
Maybe she can read my mind.
6
PROJECT POPULARITY + GREEDY SISTER = MORE CHORES
As soon as I find a seat in homeroom, I frantically begin my poetry assignment. Autumn is over the long leaves that love us . I have no clue what that means.
“Morning.” Tammy slides into the empty chair next to me.
“Hey. How was your weekend?”
“All right. Hung out with the moms.”
“Nothing from Aaron ?” I mouth his name in case anyone is eavesdropping.
“No.” The edges of her lips droop, but she quickly pulls them up. “No card. Or date. I called to see what he was up to, but his mom said he was at Mick’s party—”
There’s a roaring in my ears. Mick had another party that I wasn’t invited to. And it was probably the most incredible party ever because it was Valentine’s Day weekend. Lights dimmed, romantic music, candles, chocolates . . . the entire A-list.
That’s it. I have to get Miri working on the popularity plan pronto. I wonder if I can page her at school. No, she’d hate that.
I’ll probably miss another party tonight. I’ll probably miss one at lunch.
I’ll worry about it later. If I finish this poetry assignment before math, I can have the period free to chat with Jewel. I don’t want to waste lunch on it, and it’s too obvious to do in bio or gym. I hate gym. I have to wear my uniform puke green sweatpants and too-long puke green T-shirt. This month our phys ed instructors are teaching us meditation and yoga. They think it’ll teach us to concentrate.
Now, what was I doing? Oh, right. Poetry!
I find Miri lying on her stomach across the kitchen table. Pages of printer paper covered in scribbles are piled next to her. Our mother is still at work. Ever since two years ago, when she and her friend Bonnie started HoneySun, she doesn’t get home until six thirty at the earliest. At least she likes her job now. She especially likes being her own boss. I can relate. I wish I didn’t have anyone telling me what to do.
I have to ask Miri. Today. I can’t take not being popular anymore. Calm down. I have to wait for the right time. I climb onto the table so I can see what she’s up to. “What are you doing?”
“An anti-love spell isn’t going to work,” she says, bursting my one dream of happiness. “I can’t do it. It’s too advanced.”
“Don’t try. Just do,” I say.
“No, I’m serious. See the five broomsticks next to this spell?”
I see five miniature icons of broomsticks. “Yesssssss.”
“That means it’s advanced. One broomstick is for beginners. I don’t think the first spell I try should be a fivebroomer. And this one looks particularly intricate. I’d need a black candle, a small cauldron, Dead Sea salts, and something called Achillea millefolium . Oh, and a lock of the person’s hair.”
“Dad doesn’t have any to spare.” I chuckle. “He’s pretty bald.”
“That’s another problem.”
“You can do it.” This is the same girl who figured out that if we suspended a
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