[Goosebumps 12] - Be Careful What You Wish For... by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)

Author:R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-06-04T16:54:40+00:00

I thought about Cory’s question all afternoon. I barely heard a word anyone said to me.

We had a vocab test near the end of the day. I stared at the words as if they were in Martian!

After a while, I heard Lisa, my teacher, calling my name. She was standing right in front of me, but I don’t think I heard her until her fifth or sixth try.

“Are you okay, Samantha?” she asked, leaning over me. I knew she was wondering why I hadn’t started my test.

“I feel a little sick,” I replied quietly. “I’ll be okay.”

I’ll be okay as soon as I find that weird woman and get her to erase her spell!

But where will I find her? I wondered. Where?

After school, I reported to the gym for basketball practice. Everyone on my team was absent, so practice was canceled.

Absent because of me….

I trudged upstairs to my locker and retrieved my down jacket. As I slammed the door and locked it, I had an idea.

The woods. Jeffers’ Woods.

That’s where I found Clarissa.

I’ll bet I can find her there again.

Maybe it’s her secret meeting place, I thought.

Maybe she’ll be waiting for me there.

Of course, she will! I told myself, giving myself a pep talk. Why did it take me so long to think of this? It made perfect sense.

Humming to myself, I started jogging to the door. The hallway was nearly empty.

I stopped when I saw a familiar figure in the doorway. “Mom!”

“Hi, Sam.” She waved to me, even though I was standing right in front of her. She had a red-and-white wool cap pulled over her short blonde hair, and was wearing the tattered red ski jacket she always wears.

She hadn’t been skiing in years. But she liked dressing like a ski bum.

“Mom—what are you doing here?” I cried, not meaning it to sound as unfriendly as it did. I was eager to get to my bike and ride to Jeffers’ Woods. I didn’t need her here!

“You didn’t forget about your appointment with Dr. Stone?” she asked, waving her car keys in her hand.

“The orthodontist? Today?” I cried. “I can’t!”

“You have to,” she replied sternly, tugging the arm of my jacket. “You know how hard it is to get in to see Dr. Stone.”

“But I don’t want braces!” I cried, realizing I was sounding a little shrill, a little babyish.

“Maybe you won’t need them,” Mom said, pulling me to the door. “Maybe you can get by with just a retainer. We’ll do whatever Dr. Stone says.”

“But, Mom—I—I—” I searched my mind desperately for an excuse. “I can’t go with you. I have my bike here!” I cried desperately.

“Go get it. We’ll put it in the trunk,” she replied without blinking.

I had no choice. I had to go with her. Sighing loudly, I pushed open the door and hurried past her toward the bike racks.

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