Kelly McClymer-Salem Witch 03 She's A Witch Girl Read Online Free PDF

for me to refuse. Weeyotch.
    If she thought I was going to waste my blood sacrifice by refusing to squirm a little at the sight of Maddie with my old crush Brent, she didn’t have a clue about how committed Prudence Stewart was to taking the Salem Witches to the top of the national championship. “If that will convince you, we can go.”
    “Great.” Tara’s expression almost matched her voice—shewas head cheerleader, after all. “That will help me decide whether we should follow your suggestion and practice like mortals.” She looked at me. “Or if we should even bother with mortal competition.”
    I didn’t let myself react. She was trying to get to me, and I wasn’t going to let her. Besides, two could play that “pass the hot potato” game. “Fine. But why waste time watching them practice? Better to watch them compete.” She needed to understand the difference between great cheering and merely good cheering if I expected her help in getting the girls in shape for the next regional competition. We needed to place in a regional to get an invite to Nationals.
    “Even better.” She didn’t see the trap coming. She thought she’d trumped me good, and still gotten face-time with Angelo.
    “Great. See you Saturday.”
    Her eyes narrowed as she realized the trap. She couldn’t spend Saturday with Angelo if she was watching my old team compete. “But—”
    “Angelo will wait. The team comes first, right?” I couldn’t help it if my smile was just a little too happy.
    With the team watching her, Tara was stuck. “Fine.”
    Of course, so was I. Stuck going to see my old best friend with my old crush. Stuck watching my old team—the one I would have been head cheerleader of. The one I would be leading to the national championship if I hadn’t moved toSalem. Was it petty of me to hope they didn’t win while I was in the stands watching? Probably. But it is what it is.
    “Maybe you can reschedule Angelo for Sunday?” Tara asked. Well, really, ordered, though it did sound like a question. “Saturday at the competition and Sunday with Angelo work for me. That way, we won’t have to counter any protective spells from Agatha’s. It’ll be a snap to get around our parents’ spells on the weekend.”
    She had a good point. The headmistress of my new school hated me enough already. I so didn’t need her to catch me breaking school rules. Again.

Samuel came over after practice for our regularly scheduled tutoring session. He caught me slumped over the newly discovered family scrying crystal. I’d been trying to find out what the future held for my old team at the regional competition this weekend, but all I’d managed to do was get a teensy blue glow that revealed . . . absolutely nothing.
    My new kitten/familiar Sassy jumped from the table, where she’d been nosing the egg-sized crystal, to his shoulder and began licking his hair. Traitor. Shouldn’t my familiar stick with me, even if I’m not the best witch in the room?
    “How’s it scrying, homey?” he asked, grinning widely and holding his hands behind his back. Instead of lifting herfrom his shoulder, he was trying to fend Sassy’s ticklish tongue off by shaking his head. Clue #1 that he has some new invention for me.
    Clue #2 came when he tossed something furry in my lap. Sassy rowred, leaping from his shoulder to my lap with lightning speed, and pounced on it.
    “Cut it out, Sassy!” I commanded, lifting her tiny body off the furry thing. She stalked off.
    “What’s this?” I smoothed back the neon blue fur, which turned out to be a swath of plastic hair crowning a lumpy plastic figure. It looked like a Troll doll, which had been hot in the 70s. Samuel was certainly capable of giving me a non-hot gift. But a Troll doll? Was it some kind of secret message that only another fringie would understand?
    He flipped his glasses at me, obviously disappointed that I wasn’t more enthralled by his gift—and definitely shocked that I didn’t