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put little bits of metal on the table and pick them up with a magnet. Mr. Sparks comes by and says, “I’m impressed. You girls are working two days in a row? So, what does this experiment tell you?”
    â€œLike attracts like?” I say.
    â€œNo,” he says, “there are positive and negative forces. Only opposites attract.”
    â€œOh,” I say.
    â€œYou keep working on it,” he says. And off he goes.
    I shake my head. “I think he missed the point.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Mandy asks.
    In reply, I pull a plastic tube of lip gloss out of my purse and place it next to the magnet. Nothing happens. “See? It’s only metal that’s attracted to metal.” I don’t tell her that I just figured out the main difference between science and magick. It’s all in how you look at things.
    Okay, not everything. No matter how I look at it, Mr. Snead in room 101 is still a grump. He won’t let me light the incense.
    â€œSmelly stuff,” he says. “Likely to set off the smoke alarms. Be seated and remain silent.”
    I slump into a seat. I feel deeply sorry for myself. I look around, and the drooling dude is watching me. He’s not drooling anymore; instead he’s giving me the eye. I reward him with a tiny smile and when he smiles back, omigod! He’s gorgeous.His whole face lights up.
This
must be the light Stella was talking about.
    With great stealth, he rises to a crouching position and sort of duck-walks sideways. Toward me. His waddle would look really stupid if it didn’t make perfect sense. Should Mr. Snead happen to glance up, the dude could freeze and it would appear that he was still seated.
    He makes it to my table, and I notice that he looks quite mature. Maybe he’s in grade nine? Then he smiles again, and it’s breathtaking. His dark eyes crinkle at the corners, his teeth gleam white and there’s this whole happy effect. It’s as if he’s happy on the inside and it shows on his face.
    He grabs a piece of paper and scribbles a note. It says:
Hi! I’m Brendan.
    I write:
Hi, Brendan. I’m Lizzie.
    He writes back:
I’ve never seen you before. Where did you come from?
    He’s never seen me? He must have slept through yesterday’s zit disaster. Wow. He is such a
sweetie
! I’m trying tothink of something cute and witty to write back when in walk Rachel and Mr. Sparks.
    â€œLizzie Lane?” Mr. Sparks says. “Please come with me.” He mutters something to Mr. Snead and that’s it. I have to leave. I cast one last glance at Brendan, and he gives me a sad wave.
    Mr. Sparks takes us as far as the hall and says, “Rachel has confessed to me that she gave you the answer key. Both of us owe you an apology, Lizzie. I’m very sorry I didn’t believe you.” He looks at Rachel.
    Rachel looks miserable. I hold up my hand. “She already apologized. Please don’t make her do it again. And please don’t punish her. I think she’s suffered enough already.”
    Mr. Sparks shakes his head. “You girls are well on your way to becoming young women.” Then he sighs and mutters, “Which is probably why I don’t understand what just happened here. You may go.”
    â€œUm, do I have to?” I ask. “Can’t I go back in room 101?”
    Mr. Sparks’ brow creases with worry. “Lizzie, the past couple of days must havebeen very hard on you. I’m going to say no to that. I think it would be best if you went home to rest. And don’t worry, we’ll contact your parents again, and you’ll get another chance to write the exam. Off you go now.”
    It seems I have no choice. Rachel and I trudge away, and it turns out we don’t have much to say to each other. I think we need some distance after the complete weirdness of everything. The only person I really want to see is Stella.
    On the way to Stella’s house, I