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do it?
Should
I really do it? I wasn’t sure. And could I actually get caught?
    It was highly unlikely anyone would suspect that a student had turned invisible and sneaked into the principal’s office! Plus, I owed it to Izzy and to all the other students, who I’d silently promised would have a long weekend.
    We’d planned the operation for morning break time, when Mr. Bell would be in the staff room with the other teachers for about ten minutes. Plenty of time to turn invisible, sneak into his office, send a quick e-mail, and get out.
    As soon as the bell rang, Izzy and I made a dash for the girls’ bathroom nearest to his office. I almost walked into someone on the way through the door.
    “Oops, sorry,” I said automatically. Then I looked up. It was Heather Berry. She had a couple of her minions in tow, following behind her like obedient lapdogs.
    For a millisecond, Heather’s eyes met mine. They looked different from usual. They didn’t quite have their usual shiny confidence. They held my gaze, and just briefly, I thought Heather was actually going to speak to me. A second later, the minions caught up with her and she sniffed, stuck her nose up as usual, and turned away.
    As she turned, she pulled her bag over her shoulder and I noticed something on her hand. A ring. I’d never seen that before. It was bright yellow and flashed in the light from the corridor. I don’t know why, but it made me catch my breath.
    A moment later, Heather and her minions had gone. Before they rounded the corner at the end of the corridor, Heather turned quickly back to me and — well, I was probably imagining it, but I think she might have smiled. She was probably just sharing a secret joke about us, as usual.
    “Snobby socks,” Izzy said under her breath.
    “Ignore her,” I said. “She’s not worth it. Come on.” I headed toward one of the stalls and put Heather and her minions and her super-flash ring out of my mind. I locked the door behind me, then took a few slow breaths.
Think about nothing
, I told myself, and waited for my body to disappear.
    I gave it a minute, then opened my eyes. I was still there! What was going on? I’d become pretty smooth at it after nearly a week of practicing, but for some reason, it wasn’t happening. Probably the nerves.
    I tried again. Closing my eyes, I tried to clear my mind.
Nothing, nothing, nothing
.
    It still didn’t work. What was wrong? Why wasn’t anything happening?
    “Are you ready?” Izzy’s voice hissed through the toilet door.
    “Two minutes,” I hissed back.
Try harder. Breathe. Relax
.
    It didn’t work.
    “Come on, Jess.” Izzy’s voice again. “We’re going to run out of time.”
    I took a long, slow breath, closed my eyes, and tried one final time.
    Nothing.
    I opened the stall door.
    “At last,” Izzy said, already halfway to the door. “Come on, we’re — ” Then she turned around and saw me. “Jess, you’re . . .”
    I nodded glumly. “I know.”
    “Have you changed your mind?”
    “Not intentionally.”
    “What happened?”
    I shrugged. “No idea.”
    Izzy was about to reply when a couple of tenth-grade girls came in. We slipped out of the bathroom and went outside. We passed Tom on the way. “Hey, guys,” he said with a smile. “What are you up to?”
    For a moment, I almost wanted to answer him honestly. I mean, this was Tom. He was virtually like a brother to me and a best friend to Izzy. If anyone could be trusted to share all this weirdness, it was Tom. And, actually, if anyone had a brain wired up in the right way to have bright ideas about what was going on, it was probably Tom, too.
    I opened my mouth to reply.
    Then I thought about what I might say. “Well, we were planning to do this trick where I turn invisible and then pretend to be the principal and send an e-mail to the entire school — but for some reason, it went wrong.”
    Yeah. Not sure that would go down too well.
    “We, er, well . . . nothing much,” I said in