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to the floor, lining back up like the champions they were.
Tara was still fuming. Her lack of interest had undergone a transformation to an intensity that didn’t bode well for Chezzie or the Beverly Hills team. “It’s not too late for a little tiny earthquake, just under their feet.”
“No. Don’t.” I knew how to use a moment, when it came my way. “We’ll get them where it counts. At Nationals.”
The judges called the prizes. As had become habit, the Beverly Hills team won. I stood and clapped when my old team won first place—as if it had ever been in doubt. “Cheating’s not the way to win, Tara. That’s not what competition is about, not even for witches.”
I admit I regretted it a moment later, when Brent ran out onto the floor and folded Maddie in his arms.
Tara must have been under the mistaken impression I wasn’t as steamed as she was. “So you’re just going to let her get away with stealing your routines and your boyfriend?”
“She didn’t steal my routines—I gave them to her.” But I hadn’t given her Brent. She’d definitely taken him without my blessing.
“Seems a shame you’re just going to let her walk all over you.” Tara was clearly unhappy with me. No doubt she would have created a spectacular failure for the team if she’d been the one feeling the way I was feeling at the moment.
I watched Maddie and Brent walk away arm in arm. I’d done this once before. I’d been invisible then, but not by choice. I’d wanted Maddie to see me, but I’d been too hurt, too scared to face what that confrontation would do to me, so I’d turned invisible without wanting to. Fear can do funny things to a person. I can attest to that first-hand.
Anger can too, apparently. Because, without even thinking hard about it, I raised my arms in the air, fixed my eyes on the departing couple, and chanted:
“Love is fine,
Love is grand.
You crossed the line,
Let your ire be fanned.”
“A breakup spell?” Tara chuckled—an evil chuckle much favored by horror-movie sound guys. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Good girl.” Great. Tara was back to being happy now that I’d used my magic for revenge.
I thought about reversing the spell. Instead, I played the rationalization game. “It won’t break them up if they don’t mind fighting a lot.” I smiled. I’d cast the spell knowing it wasn’t a full-on breakup spell. I couldn’t do that. A little trouble? Why not. Everyone knows teen love is puppy love and your first love never lasts. You could almost say I was doing them both a favor.
Tara wasn’t buying my rationalization. “Yeah, well, maybe when we win it, you can deliver the final blow to that relationship without using a single whiff of magic.”
“What? Run up and kiss him in front of her?” I liked the idea, but it had one flaw. “You’re forgetting my crush on Brent is so last summer, know what I mean?”
“Winners don’t have to want what they get, you know.” She shook her head as if she were instructing a neophyte in the art of social truths.
I, however, knew exactly what she was talking about. I had been a winner. I knew what it took so much better than Tara. But she was head cheerleader, and she could make orbreak my transformation of the Witches. “Winning without magic is going to be tough, you know?”
Tara shrugged, her eyes following Chezzie, who was holding the trophy. She was hoisted up on her team’s shoulders in triumph. “Like you say, no pain, no gain.”
I had done it! I had convinced Tara that winning Nationals was a goal worth winning. I would have been much happier, except I kept wondering what had made Maddie change so much in the short time I’d been gone. I mean, this was a girl who gave half of her sandwich to the smelly boy in fourth grade when he forgot his lunch.
After Tara had left my room—Mom none the wiser (maybe the new job wasn’t such a bad thing after all)—my curiosity grew unbearable. It didn’t take me
Tara was still fuming. Her lack of interest had undergone a transformation to an intensity that didn’t bode well for Chezzie or the Beverly Hills team. “It’s not too late for a little tiny earthquake, just under their feet.”
“No. Don’t.” I knew how to use a moment, when it came my way. “We’ll get them where it counts. At Nationals.”
The judges called the prizes. As had become habit, the Beverly Hills team won. I stood and clapped when my old team won first place—as if it had ever been in doubt. “Cheating’s not the way to win, Tara. That’s not what competition is about, not even for witches.”
I admit I regretted it a moment later, when Brent ran out onto the floor and folded Maddie in his arms.
Tara must have been under the mistaken impression I wasn’t as steamed as she was. “So you’re just going to let her get away with stealing your routines and your boyfriend?”
“She didn’t steal my routines—I gave them to her.” But I hadn’t given her Brent. She’d definitely taken him without my blessing.
“Seems a shame you’re just going to let her walk all over you.” Tara was clearly unhappy with me. No doubt she would have created a spectacular failure for the team if she’d been the one feeling the way I was feeling at the moment.
I watched Maddie and Brent walk away arm in arm. I’d done this once before. I’d been invisible then, but not by choice. I’d wanted Maddie to see me, but I’d been too hurt, too scared to face what that confrontation would do to me, so I’d turned invisible without wanting to. Fear can do funny things to a person. I can attest to that first-hand.
Anger can too, apparently. Because, without even thinking hard about it, I raised my arms in the air, fixed my eyes on the departing couple, and chanted:
“Love is fine,
Love is grand.
You crossed the line,
Let your ire be fanned.”
“A breakup spell?” Tara chuckled—an evil chuckle much favored by horror-movie sound guys. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Good girl.” Great. Tara was back to being happy now that I’d used my magic for revenge.
I thought about reversing the spell. Instead, I played the rationalization game. “It won’t break them up if they don’t mind fighting a lot.” I smiled. I’d cast the spell knowing it wasn’t a full-on breakup spell. I couldn’t do that. A little trouble? Why not. Everyone knows teen love is puppy love and your first love never lasts. You could almost say I was doing them both a favor.
Tara wasn’t buying my rationalization. “Yeah, well, maybe when we win it, you can deliver the final blow to that relationship without using a single whiff of magic.”
“What? Run up and kiss him in front of her?” I liked the idea, but it had one flaw. “You’re forgetting my crush on Brent is so last summer, know what I mean?”
“Winners don’t have to want what they get, you know.” She shook her head as if she were instructing a neophyte in the art of social truths.
I, however, knew exactly what she was talking about. I had been a winner. I knew what it took so much better than Tara. But she was head cheerleader, and she could make orbreak my transformation of the Witches. “Winning without magic is going to be tough, you know?”
Tara shrugged, her eyes following Chezzie, who was holding the trophy. She was hoisted up on her team’s shoulders in triumph. “Like you say, no pain, no gain.”
I had done it! I had convinced Tara that winning Nationals was a goal worth winning. I would have been much happier, except I kept wondering what had made Maddie change so much in the short time I’d been gone. I mean, this was a girl who gave half of her sandwich to the smelly boy in fourth grade when he forgot his lunch.
After Tara had left my room—Mom none the wiser (maybe the new job wasn’t such a bad thing after all)—my curiosity grew unbearable. It didn’t take me
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