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“Don’t worry. He tries to mess with you, he has to mess with me first.”
    â€œAnd me,” Reid said. A bunch of others echoed him.
    This was better than I expected. The whole class was pro-Max. More than that. They thought he was the greatest thing ever. I was so happy I wanted to do a victory lap. After all, my powers let me help someone. Someone who really deserved it. That was definitely high-five worthy.
    â€œAll right, everyone, take your seats,” Mrs. Torin said.
    No one budged.
    â€œThe bell rang,” she said. “To your desks, or tomorrow there will be a seating chart.”
    â€œOooh,” Lana said. “Can you make sure to put me next to Max?”
    â€œThat’s not fair,” Tracy said. “I want to be next to him.”
    â€œOkay, okay,” Mrs. Torin said as the rest of the class also put in their requests. “I understand. It’s not every year I get a student like Max. He is one of a kind.”
    â€œEven Mrs. Torin is on a Max kick,” Gabi whispered to me as we took our seats—on the empty side of the room. Fortunately, we weren’t under the Max spell. I guess that’s how it works—the wisher (if the wish isn’t on their own behalf) and the granter have immunity. “This is unbelievable.”
    It really was.
    â€œMax, you can come right up here,” Mrs. Torin said. “Take my seat, so everyone can see you.”
    Max didn’t move.
    â€œCome on.” Mrs. Torin gestured toward him. “Prize students deserve the spotlight.”
    Max shuffled his way to the front. He kept his face down, so I couldn’t see his expression. But he had to be hiding a huge smile. Sudden turns in status like this didn’t happen all the time.
    With Max out of the seating equation, everyone grabbed a desk. Cole took one next to me, which was cool.
    â€œWe’re going to read aloud from Romeo and Juliet today. Max, you can be Romeo. Do I have a volunteer for the part of Juliet?” Mrs. Torin asked.
    Every girl’s hand shot up except for Gabi’s and mine.
    â€œPlease,” Courtney said, practically lunging from her seat.
    And Mrs. Torin actually picked her. Not that I was shocked. She thought Courtney was an amazing actress. She even gave her the lead in Charlie Brown not too long ago. The part that should have gone to Gabi.
    Watching Max read his lines was pretty torturous. Brad Pitt he was not. He fumbled over the words and took about three million centuries to get out a line. I already thought reading Shakespeare was boring, but listening to it with Max as the lead was way, way worse. Not that anyone else seemed to think so. They applauded every time he managed to spit out a line, and Mrs. Torin even suggested he try out for the next school play!
    My special gift was obviously pretty powerful. Maybe I’d try to broker world peace next. The thought made me laugh. Some girls tried to make their fathers proud of them. My goal was the opposite. Lou was going to be furious when he saw all the good I did.
    Gabi tossed a note at me.
    I carefully opened it under my desk. This is awesome , it said. We did it .
    As I wrote my response, Mrs. Torin called me out. “Something you’d like to share with the class, Angel?”
    I crumpled up the paper and dropped it into my backpack. “No, thanks,” I said. “They already know.”
    And they did. I was going to write, Max is the king!

chapter 10
    â€œYou’re in a good mood,” Mom commented when I got home.
    Understatement. I was in a fantastic mood. I had done something amazing with my powers. Something kind. Or, more importantly, something not evil . Nothing was going to get me down. I even volunteered to help Mom with her monthly cleansing. The one where she lights candles and roams through the house shaking a giant totem pole to ward off negative spirits.
    The giant pole and I pirouetted around the kitchen. I tossed it up in the