looking forward to teaching you this fall.” With that, she steps back into the recycling bin, tosses the pink powder into the air, and immediately disappears.
I guess that’s it. Well done, me!
Everyone in the room un-pauses. Including Ms. Barnes, who now looks thoroughly perplexed. Because instead of a math equation on the board, there is a baking spell. Not to mention that the contents of her drawer are on top of her desk, on display. Minus one chocolate bar.
“What…,” she begins.
I focus on the board and think:
The spell looks obscene.
Let the board be wiped clean!
As if people aren’t confused enough, a gush of cold air storms through the room and the spell disappears from the board.
Tammy points to my desk. No, to the cupcake on my desk. Whoops. “Want some?” I offer. She shakes her head, clearly confused. I shrug and then I gobble it up. Yum. What can I say? Must get rid of the evidence.
“So,” I say, dropping my knapsack on the kitchen floor after school. “Did you pass? Did she show up during social studies? Did she use the pink pausing dust?”
Miri is slumped in a chair, her socked feet up on the table. “She showed up during lunch! She froze the entire cafeteria for fifteen minutes!”
“No way!”
“Way. When she unfroze them, the bell rang and no one understood what happened to their lunch period.” She giggles. “It was super-awesome!”
“Super-awesome?” I repeat with a laugh.
“Yes! Admit it: you’re excited.”
“I’m not admitting anything,” I say, sitting down beside her. “I’m reserving judgment till tomorrow.”
She rolls her eyes. “Speaking of tomorrow, I don’t want to be late. Class starts at one, so let’s plan on being there for twelve-thirty We’ll transport, of course, since it’s in Arizona. I’d like to leave at twelve, ’kay?”
“ ’Kay,” I say, bopping in my chair. Okay, fine, I’m a little excited. Maybe class will be fun. It might even be awesome. Or super-awesome.
“I hope we can take notes!” Miri says, eyes dreamy.
Or supergeeky
Welcome to the Witch World
Miri cracks open the bathroom door. “I told you I wanted to leave at noon! If you wanted to straighten your hair, you shouldn’t have slept in!”
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I say, unplugging my Chi, aka the world’s best hair straightener. “What are you wearing to this thing?” I open the door wide. Miri is in jeans and a T-shirt. “Isn’t Arizona hot?” I ask. “Should we wear shorts?”
“I get cold when I travel,” she says. “Do you want to go together or separately?”
“Together,” I say. “My batteries are dead.”
“Your batteries are always dead. What is so hard about getting new ones? They sell them everywhere. They have them at the pharmacy down the block.”
“I know, I know. I’ve been meaning to go.”
“You just went yesterday. You bought gum.”
“Right. I can never remember to get all the things I need when I’m there.”
“Why don’t you keep a list like a normal person?”
“Why are you so obsessed with lists?” My sister types them up and pins them to the bulletin board above her bed-room desk. Homework Assignments for the Month! Things I Need at the Drugstore! Reasons I’m a Geek!
Anyway, except for the acquiring of the batteries, the transport spell is easy. You think of the place you’re heading to; hold two lithium batteries together, positive and negative charges facing each other; say the spell; and go.
After I finish getting dressed (jeans, my back-to-school top, and my summer sandals that I haven’t seen in at least two weeks—hello, sandals!), we say good-bye to Mom and grab our copies of A 2 . Miri scoops up her batteries, I take the address, and we’re ready!
Almost ready.
“What are you doing?” Miri asks me, annoyed.
“Just texting Raf.”
“Hurry!” She crouches to the carpet.
See you at 7:30! Rachel. He finally showed me how to punctuate and I am now a texting
I guess that’s it. Well done, me!
Everyone in the room un-pauses. Including Ms. Barnes, who now looks thoroughly perplexed. Because instead of a math equation on the board, there is a baking spell. Not to mention that the contents of her drawer are on top of her desk, on display. Minus one chocolate bar.
“What…,” she begins.
I focus on the board and think:
The spell looks obscene.
Let the board be wiped clean!
As if people aren’t confused enough, a gush of cold air storms through the room and the spell disappears from the board.
Tammy points to my desk. No, to the cupcake on my desk. Whoops. “Want some?” I offer. She shakes her head, clearly confused. I shrug and then I gobble it up. Yum. What can I say? Must get rid of the evidence.
“So,” I say, dropping my knapsack on the kitchen floor after school. “Did you pass? Did she show up during social studies? Did she use the pink pausing dust?”
Miri is slumped in a chair, her socked feet up on the table. “She showed up during lunch! She froze the entire cafeteria for fifteen minutes!”
“No way!”
“Way. When she unfroze them, the bell rang and no one understood what happened to their lunch period.” She giggles. “It was super-awesome!”
“Super-awesome?” I repeat with a laugh.
“Yes! Admit it: you’re excited.”
“I’m not admitting anything,” I say, sitting down beside her. “I’m reserving judgment till tomorrow.”
She rolls her eyes. “Speaking of tomorrow, I don’t want to be late. Class starts at one, so let’s plan on being there for twelve-thirty We’ll transport, of course, since it’s in Arizona. I’d like to leave at twelve, ’kay?”
“ ’Kay,” I say, bopping in my chair. Okay, fine, I’m a little excited. Maybe class will be fun. It might even be awesome. Or super-awesome.
“I hope we can take notes!” Miri says, eyes dreamy.
Or supergeeky
Welcome to the Witch World
Miri cracks open the bathroom door. “I told you I wanted to leave at noon! If you wanted to straighten your hair, you shouldn’t have slept in!”
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I say, unplugging my Chi, aka the world’s best hair straightener. “What are you wearing to this thing?” I open the door wide. Miri is in jeans and a T-shirt. “Isn’t Arizona hot?” I ask. “Should we wear shorts?”
“I get cold when I travel,” she says. “Do you want to go together or separately?”
“Together,” I say. “My batteries are dead.”
“Your batteries are always dead. What is so hard about getting new ones? They sell them everywhere. They have them at the pharmacy down the block.”
“I know, I know. I’ve been meaning to go.”
“You just went yesterday. You bought gum.”
“Right. I can never remember to get all the things I need when I’m there.”
“Why don’t you keep a list like a normal person?”
“Why are you so obsessed with lists?” My sister types them up and pins them to the bulletin board above her bed-room desk. Homework Assignments for the Month! Things I Need at the Drugstore! Reasons I’m a Geek!
Anyway, except for the acquiring of the batteries, the transport spell is easy. You think of the place you’re heading to; hold two lithium batteries together, positive and negative charges facing each other; say the spell; and go.
After I finish getting dressed (jeans, my back-to-school top, and my summer sandals that I haven’t seen in at least two weeks—hello, sandals!), we say good-bye to Mom and grab our copies of A 2 . Miri scoops up her batteries, I take the address, and we’re ready!
Almost ready.
“What are you doing?” Miri asks me, annoyed.
“Just texting Raf.”
“Hurry!” She crouches to the carpet.
See you at 7:30! Rachel. He finally showed me how to punctuate and I am now a texting
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