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“I’m just bummed that they wouldn’t even let us stay long enough to buy ice cream,” Macey said. “You owe us, B.”
B nodded. Ice cream was the least of her worries. What would her parents say when they heard about this? More important, would the concoction fix George?
Dawn glared at B. B could feel a lecture coming on. Sure enough, “B, I suppose you thought you were helping,” Dawn said, “but that was so ridiculous of you to go chasing after George. The zebras could have trampled you to death! What if George had spooked them, and they’d stampeded?”
“Look at the bright side,” Macey said. “At least he chased after zebras, not alligators.”
“The only bright side is that it’s over,” Dawn said. “Let’s get the kids home, then go uptown to theMagical Moo. I think we all need to unwind. My treat.”
Dawn turned and shot B a raised-eyebrow look. The look was sister-code for, “You’re gonna pay me back for the ice cream tonight.”
B nodded. Fair enough.
At the bus stop, the girls headed uptown while George and B headed for home.
“I don’t know what came over me back there, B,” George said. “I’m sorry I got you into trouble.”
B sighed. “Don’t be sorry, George,” she said. “I’m the one that got you into trouble, really.”
“Yeah, but I persuaded you to do it in the first place,” George said.
“So that makes us even. But listen, I’ve got … an idea.” She caught herself on the brink of saying, “A zebra hair!” She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the bagged stinky soccer sock and the tissue she’d wrapped the zebra hair in.
One from the original the brew, and hair of the beast that troubles you. I’ve got them both.
But what should she spell? To reverse the spell and undo …
She closed her eyes. “R-E-V-E-R-S-E.”
She opened them and …
oh, no!
“Still got the tail; I can tell,” George said. Then he saw B. “What’s the matter?” he cried, panic in his voice.
B pointed a shaky finger at him. “Your face!”
George rubbed furiously at his cheeks. “What, the mud?”
“Nope,” B said, putting a hand over her eyes. “You’ve got more zebra stripes.”
Chapter 16
B didn’t even look for George at the bus the next morning. She knew he’d be galloping to school, and she knew there was no way to hide the stripes. With each street the bus turned down, B felt disaster coming closer. She was in over her head; she had meddled with magic too advanced for her, and she knew she had to confess to Mr. Bishop. She couldn’t get out of this without his help. And she couldn’t let her friend be transformed into a zebra permanently.
B dragged herself to her locker and through homeroom. “Did you see what George did this morning?” Jamal Burns said to B on the way toEnglish. “He’s brave, man. He painted himself with tiger stripes for the big game.”
“He … he did?” B tried to pretend she didn’t know. “Orange and black, like a tiger?”
“He only painted the black ones. But it’s all over him. The rest of the team is jealous that he thought of it.”
“That George,” B said, pretending to laugh. “He’s always thinking up something.” Leaving Jamal behind, B plowed her way through the halls, racing to English to be on the scene when Mr. Bishop first laid eyes on her friend.
She found George all decked out in his team jersey and shorts, showing his arms, legs, neck, and face plastered with black zebra stripes. His tail was in plain view today, but no one seemed to pay attention to it, perhaps because he’d been wearing it nearly all week. His teammates were high-fiving him and examining his stripes admiringly.
“My mom would never let me do that.”
“I heard they were tattoos.”
“Don’t be an idiot!”
“You did your back, too? You’re crazy!”
George beamed at B. “I love my stripes,” he said. “This is the best Spirit Week costume ever.”
B sighed. She leaned over to George and
“I’m just bummed that they wouldn’t even let us stay long enough to buy ice cream,” Macey said. “You owe us, B.”
B nodded. Ice cream was the least of her worries. What would her parents say when they heard about this? More important, would the concoction fix George?
Dawn glared at B. B could feel a lecture coming on. Sure enough, “B, I suppose you thought you were helping,” Dawn said, “but that was so ridiculous of you to go chasing after George. The zebras could have trampled you to death! What if George had spooked them, and they’d stampeded?”
“Look at the bright side,” Macey said. “At least he chased after zebras, not alligators.”
“The only bright side is that it’s over,” Dawn said. “Let’s get the kids home, then go uptown to theMagical Moo. I think we all need to unwind. My treat.”
Dawn turned and shot B a raised-eyebrow look. The look was sister-code for, “You’re gonna pay me back for the ice cream tonight.”
B nodded. Fair enough.
At the bus stop, the girls headed uptown while George and B headed for home.
“I don’t know what came over me back there, B,” George said. “I’m sorry I got you into trouble.”
B sighed. “Don’t be sorry, George,” she said. “I’m the one that got you into trouble, really.”
“Yeah, but I persuaded you to do it in the first place,” George said.
“So that makes us even. But listen, I’ve got … an idea.” She caught herself on the brink of saying, “A zebra hair!” She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the bagged stinky soccer sock and the tissue she’d wrapped the zebra hair in.
One from the original the brew, and hair of the beast that troubles you. I’ve got them both.
But what should she spell? To reverse the spell and undo …
She closed her eyes. “R-E-V-E-R-S-E.”
She opened them and …
oh, no!
“Still got the tail; I can tell,” George said. Then he saw B. “What’s the matter?” he cried, panic in his voice.
B pointed a shaky finger at him. “Your face!”
George rubbed furiously at his cheeks. “What, the mud?”
“Nope,” B said, putting a hand over her eyes. “You’ve got more zebra stripes.”
Chapter 16
B didn’t even look for George at the bus the next morning. She knew he’d be galloping to school, and she knew there was no way to hide the stripes. With each street the bus turned down, B felt disaster coming closer. She was in over her head; she had meddled with magic too advanced for her, and she knew she had to confess to Mr. Bishop. She couldn’t get out of this without his help. And she couldn’t let her friend be transformed into a zebra permanently.
B dragged herself to her locker and through homeroom. “Did you see what George did this morning?” Jamal Burns said to B on the way toEnglish. “He’s brave, man. He painted himself with tiger stripes for the big game.”
“He … he did?” B tried to pretend she didn’t know. “Orange and black, like a tiger?”
“He only painted the black ones. But it’s all over him. The rest of the team is jealous that he thought of it.”
“That George,” B said, pretending to laugh. “He’s always thinking up something.” Leaving Jamal behind, B plowed her way through the halls, racing to English to be on the scene when Mr. Bishop first laid eyes on her friend.
She found George all decked out in his team jersey and shorts, showing his arms, legs, neck, and face plastered with black zebra stripes. His tail was in plain view today, but no one seemed to pay attention to it, perhaps because he’d been wearing it nearly all week. His teammates were high-fiving him and examining his stripes admiringly.
“My mom would never let me do that.”
“I heard they were tattoos.”
“Don’t be an idiot!”
“You did your back, too? You’re crazy!”
George beamed at B. “I love my stripes,” he said. “This is the best Spirit Week costume ever.”
B sighed. She leaned over to George and
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