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opened my lunch, but I couldn’t eat. I was way too nervous. I mean, I was about to tell Kevin that his aunt was evil. That she put a curse on me. Wouldn’t you be nervous if you had to tell your best friend that?
    What’s taking him so long? I wondered. I searched the food line for him, but I spotted Lissa instead. She waved, then came by and sat down next to me.
    Now I’ll have to tell them both about Aunt Sylvie, I realized. That made me even more nervous.
    â€œHow come you’re not eating?” Lissa took a big bite out of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
    â€œI’m not hungry,” I lied as Kevin plopped down next to me with three bags of chips.
    â€œListen, guys, I have to tell you something really important.”
    Kevin opened the first bag of chips. “Sure, what?” he said, munching away.
    Telling Kevin and Lissa this was going to be harder than I thought.
    â€œWell, um, yesterday, after school, something kind of weird happened to me.”
    â€œHey!” Lissa peered up from her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Something weird happened to us too.”
    â€œIt did?” I asked.
    Maybe Aunt Sylvie has put some kind of crazy spell on them too. Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought.
    â€œYeah,” Kevin said. “Lissa and I changed after school to go hiking in the woods. When we met downstairs, we were both wearing the same exact thing. Black sweaters, black ripped jeans, and red socks.”
    â€œAnd our jeans were ripped right in the same exact spot. Weird, huh?” Lissa added.
    â€œUm, yeah,” I said. “Weird. But something even stranger happened to me. It started a couple of days ago—”
    â€œI need another bag of chips.” Kevin jumped up from his seat and headed back to the food line. “Be right back.”
    I drummed my fingers nervously on the table.
    Come on, Kevin. Hurry up. I have to tell you this.
    We have to figure out what to do before something worse happens.
    Kevin returned with another bag of chips. “Okay, what started a couple of days ago?” he asked.
    I took a deep breath. Here goes, I thought.
    â€œA couple of days ago, some crazy stuff started happening to me—and it’s all because of—”
    â€œAunt Sylvie!” Lissa yelled.
    â€œYes!” I cried.
    â€œHi, Aunt Sylvie!” Lissa waved to someone behind me.
    A cold hand gripped my shoulder tightly from behind.
    Aunt Sylvie’s cold hand.
    â€œHello, children.” Aunt Sylvie smiled warmly at Kevin and Lissa. She shifted her gaze to me—and her eyes narrowed. She stared at me hard.
    â€œAunt Sylvie, cool dress,” Lissa exclaimed.
    â€œOh, thank you,” Aunt Sylvie replied. She spun around to show off the outfit she was wearing. A short neon-green figure-skating dress with a dark purple rhinestone belt and bright purple tights.
    Pinned into her gray hair, she wore a sparkly crown—made with the same purple rhinestones as in her belt.
    â€œI was on my way to the ice rink,” she explained.“To practice my scratch spin and my double lutz. I do love figure skating!”
    â€œThen how come you’re here?” Kevin asked.
    Aunt Sylvie dug her fingers deeper into my shoulder. “I have something for Sam.” She handed me a brown paper bag with the top folded down. “Something to finish the job.”
    â€œOh, noooo,” I moaned.
    â€œWhat job?” Lissa asked.
    â€œOh, Sam knows,” she replied.
    I peered up at Aunt Sylvie.
    An eerie smile spread across her lips.
    â€œOpen the bag, Sam!” Lissa urged. “I want to see what’s inside.”
    â€œI’ll—I’ll open it later,” I stammered.
    â€œAw, come on,” Kevin complained. “I don’t want to wait until later. Open it now.”
    â€œOkay, okay,” I groaned.
    I set the bag on the table.
    I unfolded the top.
    Then I peeked inside.

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