a tennis match, their eyes had swiveled between Nigel and Selena as the shots flew. Good point! Ad Nigel! But now the match was finished, the players had thrown down their rackets, and both had sulked off the court. Awwww . . . shucks! Party-poopers. Wet blankets.
In her room, Selena opened the Coffer of Shadow and gazed down at the glowing Power. Her face was bathed in a pale, baleful light. "There you are," she breathed, "nestled snugly" The dear little it , which was going to raise her to the heights. She touched the tips of her fingers to her lips. Kiss, kiss. How about a minor demonstration of your powers? For instance, clean up this room. . . . She waited. The room remained unchanged, the huge bed, as always, unmade; the heaps of clothes, as always, unhung; the curdles of dust, as always, unswept. Oh, well, she had bigger things in mind for it , anyway. When the time came, she'd have one maid for her clothes, one for her bed, and another to draw her bath
These happy thoughts took another turn as she looked more closely at the Power. Something different about it . . . What was it? Was it possible . . .could it be—growing? Involuntarily, she shuddered and slammed down the lid on the Coffer of Shadow.
Chapter Six
A rabbit hopped through the underbrush, its nose twitching rapidly. Morning in the forest. From somewhere hidden, a bird trilled. Three long notes, one short. Deeee, deeee, deeee, dee . . . Sunlight dappled the leaves. A serene hush hung in the air. The rabbit's head turned this way, that way, but mostly she relied on her nose. There was something foreign in her country. She stopped, standing on her hind legs. There . She saw it. The intruder . . . what was it? Something large lying among the wildflowers . . . The rabbit's nose brought the news that it was human . . . that smell the rabbit detested . . . but, this time, not dangerous. The rabbit approached closer, still cautious.
Supergirl opened her eyes. "Hello! Good moming." The rabbit stood up again on her hind legs. Supergirl remained quiet. Maybe they could make friends . . .
A softball crashed through the trees. The rabbit was off and gone. A moment later, a girl wearing green sweats and a yellow bandanna came charging into the clearing after the ball. "Got it," she yelled and raced away, never noticing that she'd dropped her bandanna. Supergirl sprang to her feet and picked up the scarf. MIDVALE SCHOOL . A smile spread across Supergirl's face. She had just had a fabulous idea.
On the Midvale School campus, the softball game was still going on. Groans and cheers rose from the spectators, most of them Midvale School students wearing their usual uniform of shirt, blazer, and white knee socks. Hidden behind some bushes, Supergirl checked out the players, easily picking out the girl who had come running for the ball.
Kara turned back, parting the bushes, crouching to duck under a low branch, scuffling through the underbrush. By the time she emerged into the clearing again, she was no longer Supergirl, the glowing creature who flew through the skies and made grown men tremble. Instead, as she left the forest, anyone watching would have seen only another schoolgirl, barely distinguishable from her sisters. She was ordinary in every way. Her hair was an ordinary brown, she carried an ordinary knapsack over her shoulder and wore the same ordinary school uniform as the Midvale School girls who had watched the softball players crashing around the field. In, fact, the only thing different about this new Midvale School student was her name. Linda Lee had just been born.
Chapter Seven
Walking up the Midvale School drive, Linda Lee took careful note of everything around her for possible future use. The softball game was still going on, and the girl who had so energetically shagged the ball was now at bat. Linda Lee watched her with interest. Her teammates were yelling and cheering her on. "Way to go, Lucy Lane!"
Just past the playing field, a landscape crew,