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deserve it. I just wouldn’t want to be the person who does that to someone else, you know?”
    â€œYeah, me neither.”
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    After the realization that their spells had started working—and the shocking reminder of the nature of their first one—the girls had lain awake almost all of Saturday night imagining the moment when Tracy Murphy would meet her maker. On Sunday morning, they got up, one by one, filled with dread. Subdued, they parted company, and each spent the day looking out of the windows of her own home and fearing the worst.
    Although Monday morning dawned bright and sunny, in math class Rachel nudged Grace and nodded at the classroom window. Grace looked up and watched, horrified, as the first gentle flakes glided to the ground. In less than ten minutes, they had picked up furious speed, and by the time an emergency announcement had been made over the intercom instructing everyone to head home immediately, there was a full-on blizzard engulfing the school.
    â€œIt’s bizarre,” Grace heard the vice principal say to one of the teachers as they battled their way down the corridor through hordes of rushing students. “It’s just this town. Nowhere else in the state. It’s like we’re stuck in a snow globe.”
    Outside, the school grounds had turned perfectly white, and still the snow fell and the wind picked up. Land Rovers and other big cars arrived as those parents who could reach the school took away students. A few enthusiastic kids attempted to make snowmen and throw snowballs while they waited for a ride, but the ferocious weather worsened until everyone was forced back inside the main building. Grace and the others huddled by a radiator for warmth.
    â€œMy dad’s truck might get through,” said Jenny. “He could take you all home.”
    â€œHave you called him?” asked Adie.
    â€œNo signal,” Grace cut in. “No one’s getting any signal in this weather.”
    â€œWe’re all going to be stuck here,” said Adie, “everyone who’s left. It’s just getting worse out there. Not even the four-by-fours can get through now, I bet.”
    Adie was right. By this time, no traffic could navigate through the wall of snow. The principal stood on the stage in the main hall and announced that, in all likelihood, they would all be there for the night. Groans and wails could be heard around the hall, and some crying from a few desperately unhappy and frightened students. The remaining teachers hurried in and out of storerooms and classrooms, trying to scrounge together blankets and food. The vending machines were opened and emptied, but not even a steady stream of chocolate and potato chips could lift spirits. The kids were cold and hungry. They wanted real dinners. They wanted to be safe and warm at home.
    â€œAt least Una got out,” Jenny sighed, stealing some of Rachel’s coat to cover her freezing knees. “Saw her dad pick her up when the cars could still get past the gates. Imagine being stuck here with her rambling on for hours.”
    â€œAre you all right, girls?” They all looked up to see Ms. Lemon’s concerned face.
    â€œNot really, no,” groaned Adie.
    â€œWe’re all right, Miss,” Grace said. “But are we definitely stuck here all night?”
    â€œI’m afraid it looks that way,” replied Ms. Lemon. “Even if they get the police out, or something, I can’t see them making any headway…it’s just too strange…”
    Grace frowned as their French teacher seemed to drift off for a moment, staring into the middle distance like she was working out a puzzle.
    â€œAnyway,” she said, shaking her head quickly, “if you girls get too cold, or if you need anything, come and tell me.”
    â€œWe will, Miss. Thanks,” Grace replied.
    The girls huddled closer together as she walked away.
    â€œAnyone else feeling horribly