Speak No Evil-Gifted 6 by Marilyn Kaye

pretty new car, and she recognized the brand from the name on the back fender. The driver wasn’t from around there, she could tell by the words on the licence plate. She saw all this very clearly because she was there, close enough to touch the car. She had become the hitchhiker.
    A man leaned out the window on the driver’s side. ‘Need a ride, honey?’
    Amanda/Hitchhiker glared at him grimly. ‘No, thank you. And I’ve seen your licence plate number, so don’t even think about trying to pick up anyone else, because I’m going to—’
    She wasn’t able to complete her threat. The car sped away.
    Well, at least that part of the mission was successful. Now for the next part. Could she get back into herself without too much difficulty?
    She looked back to the other side of the road, where Jenna and robot-Amanda were standing, and concentrated on the figure that looked like her.
    Me – that’s me. She closed her eyes and chanted the words over and over. She visualized herself as she really was, imprinting the image on her mind. And when she opened her eyes, she was thrilled. It worked! She was back in her own body and feeling totally normal. Amazing! She was getting really good at this – she was in complete control of her gift. Or maybe this experience was just a fluke, and it wouldn’t be as easy next time. Even so, clearly, she’d made real progress.
    Not that she really cared, she reminded herself. She was more interested in removing the gift than improving it. But still, at least now she’d feel more confident about taking over someone at Harmony House.
    Naturally, there wasn’t a word of congratulations from Jenna. She was already halfway across the street, making her way to where the hitchhiker stood. Amanda followed her.
    The hitchhiker wore a dazed expression.
    ‘You OK?’ Jenna asked.
    ‘I feel a little dizzy,’ the blonde-haired girl murmured. She blinked a couple of times. ‘Who are you? What happened to my ride?’
    ‘He took off,’ Jenna said. ‘You lucked out.’
    The girl looked at her blankly. ‘Huh?’
    Amanda wasn’t about to let Jenna get the credit for this. ‘Do you have any idea how dangerous hitchhiking is? Didn’t your mother ever tell you never to get into a car with a stranger?’
    ‘I don’t take advice from her,’ the girl declared. ‘She just took off with her boyfriend – she doesn’t care about me.’
    That was kind of sad, Amanda thought. She caught herself before she could feel too sorry for the girl. She didn’t want to be her again, even if she did have the jeans Amanda craved. ‘Where are you going?’
    ‘I’m supposed to be spending the week at my father’s.’
    ‘You think he’d want you to be hitchhiking?’ Jenna asked.
    The girl grinned. ‘Actually, he sent me money to take a taxi. But I spent it on these jeans.’
    ‘I can’t blame you,’ Amanda said. ‘They’re fantastic, I love the stiching.’
    Jenna shot her a withering look. ‘That was really stupid. You have to take a taxi the rest of the way. I’m sure you can hail one here.’
    ‘Glad to,’ the girl replied. ‘Only I don’t have any money to pay for one.’
    Jenna fished around in her pocket. ‘I’ve got two bucks.’ She turned to Amanda. ‘What about you?’
    Reluctantly, Amanda took out her wallet. Looking inside, she said, ‘Five dollars.’
    Jenna peered into the wallet. ‘You’ve got a ten.’ She pulled it out.
    ‘Hey!’ Amanda cried in outrage.
    Jenna stepped out in the street and waved her hand in the air. A taxi pulled up, and a moment later the hitchhiker was safely on her way to her father’s.
    ‘I can’t believe you stole my money!’ Amanda exclaimed.
    Jenna just shrugged, but she looked at Amanda with actual interest. ‘It’s funny. I always thought your gift was pretty worthless, but you might have just saved that girl’s life.’
    It was Amanda’s turn to shrug, but Jenna had a point. And this would make a very good story to tell Ken. It would