She's a Witch Girl by Kelly McClymer

Author:Kelly McClymer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing
Published: 2007-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

There’s a downside to trying to keep everybody happy and all the balls in the air. For example, Tara and Angelo and I were supposed to hang out. But I needed to study for the big potions test the next day. I couldn’t say anything to Angelo, of course, but alarm bells should have gone off when I saw the glint in Tara’s eyes.

“It’ll be okay. You can just go in and out and say you’re making something in the kitchen that needs a lot of attention.” She was practically drooling at the thought. “I could use some time to relax with a cute boy after all this stress about the parents going nuclear on our competition plans.”

Yeah. Me too. Unfortunately, To-Do was in my back pocket, ready to pinch me if I didn’t keep to my action steps. “What do you think I could make that would need me in the kitchen constantly?”

“I have no idea. You’re the one with the mother who actually cooked.” She looked away from the window, where she was on Angelo-watch. “Is your mom going to come to the game?”

“Of course.” Not that I was sure I wanted her there. When I’d explained everything that was going on, she hadn’t been as enthusiastic as I’d expected her to be. She’d actually said, “Maybe it’s for the best that you don’t compete in the mortal realm for a while, honey.” As if.

“Both of my parents are coming, although my dad made it sound like he was really put out, since the game isn’t on one of his scheduled visiting days. But Mom says that’s a put-on. He loves Dragon Ball. He used to play when he went to Agatha’s.” She went on red alert. “Angelo’s coming. Make yourself scarce.”

Sigh. “Fine. If he asks, tell him I’m making Christmas cookies. That would require me to fill pans and switch them in and out of the oven, so it shouldn’t arouse his curiosity too much.”

“Christmas cookies. Perfect. Don’t forget to put some in the oven to bake. The house should smell like cookies. And gingerbread.” Tara has a secret sweet tooth. “And Angelo and I can test them for you.”

I knew I shouldn’t tease her, but I couldn’t help myself. “What if he wants to help make the cookies?”

She looked at me blankly, as if I’d asked if she thought Angelo might want to fly to the moon on a broomstick. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s a nice guy, if you haven’t noticed.”

She grinned, a wicked grin that didn’t bode well for Angelo’s virtue if I left them alone too long. “It’s not the ‘nice’ that I notice about that mortal.”

No duh. “He may offer to help. If he does, I’ll—”

In her best head cheerleader instruction tone, she said, “You’ll say you don’t need any help.”

Right. “I’ll say I have a system going and I promised my mom not to share our family recipes. He’ll get that, since his mother is big into secrets.” Secrets. That reminded me of Samuel, and his big secret.

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