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disappear into thin air,” I told Zack.
    “Yeah. Sure,” he muttered.
    Lefty laughed.
    “How much do you want to bet?” I asked.
    “Two cents,” Zack said. “Is this some kind of trick mirror or something?”
    “Something like that,” I told him. “How about ten dollars? Bet me ten
dollars?”
    “Huh?”
    “Forget the bet. Just show him,” Lefty said, bouncing up and down
impatiently.
    “I have a magic kit at home,” Zack said. “I can do over a thousand tricks.
But it’s kid stuff,” he sneered.
    “You don’t have any tricks like this,” I said confidently.
    “Just get it over with so we can go outside,” he grumbled.
    I stepped into the center of the mirror. “Ta- daa !” I sang myself a
short fanfare. Then I reached up and grabbed the light chain.
    I pulled it. The lamp above the mirror flashed on, blindingly bright at
first, then dimming as before.
    And I was gone.
    “Hey!” Zack cried. He stumbled backwards.
    He actually stumbled out of shock!
    Invisible, I turned away from the mirror to enjoy his stunned reaction.
    “Max?” he cried out. His eyes searched the room.
    Lefty was laughing his head off.
    “Max?” Zack sounded really worried. “Max? How’d you do that? Where are you?”
    “I’m right here,” I said.
    He jumped at the sound of my voice. Lefty laughed even harder.
    I reached out and took the softball from Lefty’s hand. I glanced at the
reflection in the mirror. The ball seemed to float in midair.
    “Here. Catch, Zack.” I tossed it at him.
    He was so stunned, he didn’t move. The ball bounced off his chest. “Max? How
do you do this trick?” he demanded.
    “It isn’t a trick. It’s real,” I said.
    “Hey, wait…” He got a suspicious look on his face. He ran around to the
back of the mirror. I guess he expected me to be hiding back there.
    He looked very disappointed when he didn’t see me. “Is there a trapdoor or
something?” he asked. He walked back in front of the mirror, got down on his
hands and knees, and started searching the floorboards for a trapdoor.
    I leaned over and pulled his T-shirt up over his head.
    “Hey—stop it!” he yelled, climbing angrily to his feet.
    I tickled his stomach.
    “Stop, Max.” He squirmed away, thrashing his arms, trying to hit me. He
looked really frightened now. He was breathing hard, and his face was bright
red.
    I pulled his T-shirt up again.
    He jerked it down. “You’re really invisible?” His voice rose up so high, only
dogs could hear it. “Really?”
    “Good trick, huh?” I said right in his ear.
    He jumped and spun away. “What does it feel like? Does it feel weird?”
    I didn’t answer him. I crept out of the room and picked up a cardboard carton
just outside the door. I carried it up to the mirror. It looked great. A carton
floating all by itself.
    “Put it down,” Zack urged. He sounded really scared. “This is really freaking
me out, Max. Stop it, okay? Come back so I can see you.”
    I wanted to torture him some more, but I could see he was about to lose it.
Besides, I was starting to feel weird again. Sort of dizzy and lightheaded. And
the bright light was hurting my eyes, starting to blind me.
    “Okay, I’m coming back,” I announced. “Watch.”
    I leaned against the mirror and reached up for the chain. I suddenly felt
very tired, very weak. It took all my strength to wrap my hand around the chain.
    I had the strangest sensation that the mirror was pulling me, tugging me
toward it, holding me down.
    With a determined burst of strength, I pulled the chain.
    The lamp went out. The room darkened.
    “Where are you? I still can’t see you!” Zack cried, his voice revealing
panic.
    “Just chill,” I told him. “It takes a few seconds. The longer I stay
invisible, the longer it takes to come back.” And then I added, “I think.”
    Staring into the blank mirror, waiting for my reflection to return, I
suddenly realized that I didn’t know anything at all about this mirror,