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like this, the worse it’s going to get.”
    â€œNot to mention the fact that we’re not going to be able to hide her from Tracy forever,” said Adie.
    â€œI think we need to go back to the Ouija board,” Rachel said.
    â€œWhat?” exclaimed Adie. “No. No way. I’m not doing that again. That’s what did this to her in the first place.”
    â€œIt might be the only way to help her.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” said Grace.
    Rachel leaned forward and whispered, “What if she’s possessed ?”
    Grace had considered the possibility but had been too afraid to say it out loud. She figured the others had felt the same.
    â€œI don’t know, Rach,” she said, shaking her head. “It doesn’t look like it does in the movies. I mean, she’s not tearing anyone’s head off or making objects fly around the room. She’s just…well, not herself .”
    â€œI think we should try going back to the board anyway,” said Rachel. “It could be a quick fix.”
    â€œAnd what if it’s not?” Adie asked. “What if it just does this to another one of us?”
    â€œI’m not sure the board is the way to go,” said Jenny. “We could try a spell, to make her normal again. I’m sure The Great Book of the Occult has something like that we can try.”
    â€œAnd what if that goes wrong?” said Adie. “If our spells are actually working now, we might do something terrible to Una if we don’t get it right.”
    â€œAdie’s right,” Grace said solemnly, looking around at the others. “We just don’t have a clue what we’re doing.”
    ***
    Grace, Adie, and Jenny sat quietly in Ms. Lemon’s French class that afternoon. The realization that they had no idea how to help Una had left them all feeling utterly defeated. They gazed vacantly at the incomprehensible phrases that Ms. Lemon’s marker scribbled across the whiteboard.
    Grace was racking her brains for someone who could help them. They could search online, but the Internet was full of lunatics who probably didn’t know any more than they did, but would try and charge them a fortune for nothing. They could tell their parents or a teacher, but who would believe them? And if they pointed out Una’s strange behavior, some doctor would probably prescribe lots of pills and time in a psych ward in a hospital. No, they couldn’t risk that. They would have to deal with this themselves.
    â€œAhh, gross!” Sally Martin jumped out of her seat and pressed against the next table, staring in disgust at the boy who had sat beside her. “The smell! Miss!”
    Everyone leaned up in their seats or stood up altogether, trying to get a good look at Andrew Wallace, who was now fumbling with his bag and blushing so fiercely it looked like his head might burst. Ms. Lemon stepped forward to see what the matter was, and stepped back again quickly, looking very confused.
    â€œAndrew, how did…” she stammered. “Are you all right? Why didn’t you ask to go to the bathroom?”
    â€œI…I don’t know, Miss.”
    Andrew stood up, crouched over, trying to hide the evidence from the rest of the class. A sudden titter of laughter started at the tables nearest to him and gradually spread around the room.
    â€œHe peed himself!” a hissing whisper echoed around the class.
    â€œThat’s enough, everyone!” Ms. Lemon shouted, trying to gain control of the rapidly growing hysteria. “Andrew, you’re excused. I said that’s enough ! Everybody sit down and take out your textbooks!”
    Grace, Adie, and Jenny were the only three to remain seated. Adie’s and Jenny’s faces had turned totally white. Grace’s was bright red. She was blushing not out of embarrassment but out of complete shame. She remembered thinking how funny it would be for her old enemy, Andrew