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mom’s room. Freaking out. He asked me to check on you.
What’s going on?”
          Tears gathered at the back of my eyes. I leaned against
the door. A girl can only take so much. Throw in hormone imbalance and who
wouldn’t want to cry?
          I thought of Nana’s warning. Not to tell a soul. Well.
Where was she when I needed her? Besides, Keith was my best friend.
    “I’m a witch,” I blurted out. 
          He scratched his head and sort of grinned. “Um. You’re
not so bad. This have to do with what Stevie wrote on the back of your shirt
yesterday?”
          “No. I mean it. Witch. As in Magical. Potions, cats,
Wicca stuff, you know. Do you believe in Magic?” I didn’t breathe waiting for
him to answer. 
    “You mean your cat?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. He
gently pushed me and the door aside, and took a few steps into the room. I
backed away and bent down to scoop up Magic, but he gave a meow of displeasure
and jumped out of from my arms.      
          “I’m serious.” I stared at Keith, trying not to cry.
    “I know. It’s okay.” Keith stepped towards me.
          I took another step back but he reached out and touched
my shoulder.
    As soon as our skin connected an image zapped into my head.
This time it was a blurry vision of Keith, as if I were spying on him from a
distance, but he looked right at me, even though I knew I wasn’t seeing the guy
in my Mom’s room. The boy I saw appeared to be Keith, but it wasn’t the friend
I knew. Instead of calm and casual, his eyes blazed with hatred. Keith never
looked at me that way.
    I must have whimpered or cried out in fear because instantly
the vision vanished. I blinked at Keith. His fingers had left my shoulder. The
image of him in my head was gone.
    He examined me with his gentle eyes. My Keith again. “Sydney?
You okay?”
    “No.” I stepped back from him and rubbed my arm. “Something
really weird is going on.” My unexplained tattoo throbbed. My necklace tingled
on my neck.
    “I know. You told me yesterday.” 
    “Yesterday? We had this conversation yesterday?” The
sensation of a fast-forwarded video played in my head again and I remembered
talking to Keith after school before Cody drove me home. “You told me you were
open to things you didn’t understand,” I remembered. “You said you got feelings
about things.” 
          He nodded.
          “I told you I thought I might be losing my mind. That
it turned out I was like my mom after all.” I lifted my finger to the side of
my head and made the circular motion.
          Keith didn’t say anything.
          “Well.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not.”
    Keith raised his eyebrows.
    “Crazy,” I clarified. “I am like my mom, but I’m not crazy.”
          Keith’s mouth twisted upwards, an imitation smile. “I’m
glad. I wasn’t really worried that you were, but I’m glad you know it too.”
          I grabbed his hand, ready to pull back if I saw scary things
again. There was nothing. Relieved, I held on.
          “I mean. She’s not crazy either. She’s not really at
the Looney Bin. She’s at the Institute, just like Nana said. Only it’s an
Institute for Witches. Not crazy people.”
    “In the forest,” he whispered.
    “What?” I asked. “Focus, Keith. I’m serious. I think she’s in
trouble. And. I think my Dad has something to do with it.”
          “Your Dad?” Keith gave his head a little shake and
looked like how I felt when I tried to figure out a Rubik’s cube. Completely
baffled.
    “God. It’s so complicated. Nana said he might show up. And
that he’s the one who’s crazy. And I saw his picture,” I told him. “My Dad’s
picture. I saw it in the book.” I cringed for a second. Nana would totally kill
me for telling him all this and about the book, but again. Where was she when I
needed her?
          “What book?” Keith pulled his hand back,