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explain. It’s hard to know where to start.”
    I’m getting suspicious. I think Stella is just making this up. I mean, how hard can it be if
she
does it? “Why don’t you give me an example? Or better yet, a demonstration.”
    She laughs. “You want to see me vanish or something?”
    â€œNo.” Although now that she’s mentioned it...“I just want you to keep it simple. Isn’t there some kindergarten magick you can show me?”
    â€œHmmm,” she says. “All right. How about this. I’ll teach you an easy spell, and when you’re ready, you can try it yourself.”
    â€œSounds good.”
    â€œOkay, here goes.” Stella sits up straight and says, “Repeat after me. On the count of one, the spell’s begun.”
    â€œOn the count of one, the spell’s begun.” I get a teensy little tingle in my spine.
    â€œOn the count of two, let the magick ring true.”
    I repeat that, and the hair on my arms stands up.
    â€œOn the count of three, the magick is me.”
    As I repeat the last line, I feel a definite vibe. “Wow. Now what?”
    â€œWell,” Stella says, “that’s a simple incantation. What you do is think of something you want to have happen. You get the idea firmly in your head. Maybe you light a candle. Then you say the words and picture the thing you want to happen.”
    â€œThat’s it?” I ask. “And then it happens?”
    â€œMaybe not right away,” she says. “Magick works in its own time. You have to be patient.”
    I’m about to tell her that sucks when I hear my mom’s car pull up to the house. “Oh no,” I moan.
    â€œWhat?” Stella asks.
    â€œI think the principal was going to call my mom at work. I’m in for it now.”
    Stella shakes her head. “Won’t your mother believe you when you explain?”
    â€œI don’t know.” I shrug. “Guess I’ll find out.”
    â€œI better go,” Stella says. “But there are some important things about the magick I haven’t finished explaining. Maybe I’ll talk to you later?”
    â€œYeah,” I say. “Later.”

chapter five
    To complete the Worst Day of My Life, I get the Worst Evening of My Life. My parents don’t believe that Rachel would play such a dirty trick on me. They know Rachel’s parents. Mom says, “They’re lovely people. Simply lovely. And Rachel is always so polite. I don’t know why you two can’t be friends.”
    Dad says, “I’m very disappointed in you, Elizabeth.”
    I say, “My life is over. I wish I were dead.”
    That gets them to back off a little. Mom pats my shoulder and says, “There, there. You don’t mean that. You know, there’s probably a simple explanation. Maybe Rachel picked up the test key by mistake. Then she got it mixed up with her note to you.”
    This is far-fetched and we all know it, but we decide that must have been what happened. Everything was one big accident. We also decide the principal and Mr. Sparks are unlikely to believe this.
    Dad says, “You’re going to have to write that note of apology, Lizzie.”
    â€œI don’t want a week of detention.” I fold my arms across my chest. “No way. I’d rather be suspended. I don’t want to go back to that school, ever!”
    Dad folds
his
arms across his chest. “Young lady, you are going to write that note and you are going to attend school. You may even consider doing extra science work while in detention. You need to make up the lost marks.”
    â€œBut I didn’t do anything! This is so NOT fair!”
    â€œWhere did you get the idea that life is fair?” he asks.
    â€œI don’t know.” I glare at him. “Maybe from you?”
    â€œWell,” he says, “I must apologize for that. Life isn’t fair. Never has been, never will be. End