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power. My gift is more about finding the talent in others. Like you. Only I didn’t expect quite
this
much from you.” She laughs again.
    I put my hands on my hips. “This is not funny. You got me into this mess. Now how am I going to get out?”
    â€œI got you into this?” she asks.
    â€œYes! You taught me that stupid spell, didn’t you?”
    She shrugs. “True. But I also told you magick isn’t a game, and I warned you about how it comes back threefold.”
    She’s right. She did tell me that. But that’s beside the point. I still need to escape—unseen. “You wouldn’t by any chance have a spell to make me invisible, would you?”
    â€œSorry. Can’t do that either. But I can do something.” She takes the hideous green granny hat off her head and sticks it on mine. “There. Look at that. If you pull it low over your forehead, no one will see the zits. Poof! They’re invisible.”
    I stare at her. She has seriously bad hat hair. It’s flat on top and then all those frizzy curls form a right angle at her ears and totally go their own way. I might feel sorry for her if I didn’t have bigger problems.
    Slowly, I turn and look into the mirror. And it’s really, really weird because the hat actually looks sort of okay. Maybe even better than okay. It might even look good. “Wow,” I murmur, “this is my kind of magick.”
    â€œIsn’t it great?” Stella smiles. “It’s my baba’s. She loaned it to me.”
    Her baba’s? As in the old-school witch? I’m not going there. I can’t. I just nod and say, “I guess it’s better than nothing.”
    I look at her and am shocked again by her hair. “Do you have a hairbrush?”
    She digs in her backpack and comes up with a ratty old red brush. She holds it out toward me and says, “Here you go.”
    â€œUm. Thanks. But I was just noticing you have, like, total hat hair.”
    â€œReally?” Stella glances in the mirror, then starts yanking the brush through her hair. The flattened area revives and blends with the mass. “Thanks for telling me, Lizzie. I never would have noticed.”
    The bell sounds and we both startle. I look in the mirror to double-check thatthe zits are covered. They are. I can still feel them, but so long as they’re hidden, it’s okay. I tilt my head and ask, “This hat doesn’t make me look gangsta, does it?”
    â€œOh no,” Stella says. “My baba would never go for that. She’s really cute.”
    Some people have no idea. Note to self: Do not trust Stella’s opinions on cuteness. “Okay, I guess we’re good to go. I’ll go first.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Stella asks.
    I take hold of the door handle, “Uh, we can’t be seen leaving together, can we?”
    Stella gets a funny look, but that’s just her, the way she is, right?

chapter seven
    Science class is not as horrible as I thought it would be. I think it’s mainly because Mandy is jealous of my hat. “That hat is so dope, Lizzie. Where did you get it?”
    I shrug. “Oh, I can’t remember. Must have been somewhere in the mall.”
    Mr. Sparks asks if I have something for him. For one horrible second, I think he wants the hat. And then I remember the apology letter. I take it out of my purse and hand it to him with a smile.
    He says, “Hmph. Fine. You can report for detention today in room 101.”
    â€œUm,” I say, “how long do I have to do this? Until the end of the week, right?” It’s Thursday and I’m really hoping he’ll mess up on the details.
    He shakes his head. “Lizzie, I hope some day you’ll decide to put that brain of yours to better use. Your final day of detention will be next Wednesday.” And he walks away.
    â€œJeez,” says Mandy, “that was sort of rude.”
    â€œFor