yet.
âYOU JUST TOLD A CHARACTER IN A BOOK THAT HE WAS IN A BOOK!â Bethany couldnât even think, she was so angry. âDo you have any idea what that means?â
âNo?â Owen squeaked.
âME NEITHER!â she shouted. âAnd thatâs what scares me!â
She leaped off of him and grabbed the book, frantically turning back to the last page.
âGood-bye, Sebastian,â Dr. Verity said, and his gun began powering up to fire.
. . . . To be continued in Kiel Gnomenfoot and the Source of Magic .
Bethany let out an explosive breath. They werenât there! The book ended too soon!
âWhat does it say?â Owen asked her, looking nervous.
âIt says you are so lucky!â she shouted, then threw the book at him. He flinched, and the book fell back to the floor, falling open. Bethany yanked him up by his arm and stared him right in the face, so close she could feel his breath. âYou donât ever speak to me again, do you understand? And if you ever tell anyone about me, Iâll find the deepest, darkest math book I can find, and drop you into the most boring part!â
Owen shuddered and slowly nodded. âI . . . Iâm sorry,â he started to say, but she just glared at him, and he immediately shut up.
âWe donât talk, remember? EVER AGAIN!â
And with that, Bethany slammed his bedroom door and stomped down the stairs to go home. For a moment, she was so angry she couldnât even get his front door open. In frustrationshe smacked the door so hard that her hand stung, and she groaned in pain.
A friend would have come out to see if she was okay. Or just come out to apologize again for ruining her life in the first place.
Bethany gave Owen five seconds. He didnât show.
Maybe even angrier now, she yanked the front door open, then slammed it shut, too furious to notice the bright light exploding from Owenâs window.
CHAPTER 9
B ethany looked in her living room window before going in, just to see. Her mother seemed to be reading something, maybe a magazine.
And her eyes were red.
Not again. Not tonight. Bethany just didnât have the strength to deal with this , too.
Instead, a few minutes later Bethany found herself in the library, walking through the stacks, checking to make sure no one else was around. Forget her mother, forget that jerk Owen, forget everything else. It didnât matter. None of it did.
Not if the location spell worked and found her father.
She took a deep breath, running through the spell in her head. This was so wrong. Magic, in the real world? What if other people saw? What if it created a gigantic flaming arrow that pointed out the book her father was in? What if it startedscreaming the name of the book, and she couldnât turn it off quickly enough, like sheâd forgotten to turn her cell phone off in a movie?
Didnât matter. Not anymore. This was it. All she had to do was say the words, and sheâd know exactly where her father was.
So why couldnât she? And why couldnât her legs stop shaking?
But she knew why. Because as bad as today had been, it could get much, much worse.
What if she found her father and he didnât want to come home?
The words to the spell were ready, right on the tip of her tongue. Her father had gotten himself out of a book to begin with, hadnât he? Why couldnât he now? Wasnât that the real question? What if her father just didnât care? What if he didnât remember her, somehow?
Or worse, what if he didnât . . . if he didnât . . . ?
A one-time-only spell. She could find her father. She could find her fatherâ !
No. She couldnât.
Someone turned the corner and gave her a concerned look, and she realized she was sweating, that her legs were still shaking. She forced a smile, then walked too quickly to the childrenâs section and fell into a seat.
The books
âYOU JUST TOLD A CHARACTER IN A BOOK THAT HE WAS IN A BOOK!â Bethany couldnât even think, she was so angry. âDo you have any idea what that means?â
âNo?â Owen squeaked.
âME NEITHER!â she shouted. âAnd thatâs what scares me!â
She leaped off of him and grabbed the book, frantically turning back to the last page.
âGood-bye, Sebastian,â Dr. Verity said, and his gun began powering up to fire.
. . . . To be continued in Kiel Gnomenfoot and the Source of Magic .
Bethany let out an explosive breath. They werenât there! The book ended too soon!
âWhat does it say?â Owen asked her, looking nervous.
âIt says you are so lucky!â she shouted, then threw the book at him. He flinched, and the book fell back to the floor, falling open. Bethany yanked him up by his arm and stared him right in the face, so close she could feel his breath. âYou donât ever speak to me again, do you understand? And if you ever tell anyone about me, Iâll find the deepest, darkest math book I can find, and drop you into the most boring part!â
Owen shuddered and slowly nodded. âI . . . Iâm sorry,â he started to say, but she just glared at him, and he immediately shut up.
âWe donât talk, remember? EVER AGAIN!â
And with that, Bethany slammed his bedroom door and stomped down the stairs to go home. For a moment, she was so angry she couldnât even get his front door open. In frustrationshe smacked the door so hard that her hand stung, and she groaned in pain.
A friend would have come out to see if she was okay. Or just come out to apologize again for ruining her life in the first place.
Bethany gave Owen five seconds. He didnât show.
Maybe even angrier now, she yanked the front door open, then slammed it shut, too furious to notice the bright light exploding from Owenâs window.
CHAPTER 9
B ethany looked in her living room window before going in, just to see. Her mother seemed to be reading something, maybe a magazine.
And her eyes were red.
Not again. Not tonight. Bethany just didnât have the strength to deal with this , too.
Instead, a few minutes later Bethany found herself in the library, walking through the stacks, checking to make sure no one else was around. Forget her mother, forget that jerk Owen, forget everything else. It didnât matter. None of it did.
Not if the location spell worked and found her father.
She took a deep breath, running through the spell in her head. This was so wrong. Magic, in the real world? What if other people saw? What if it created a gigantic flaming arrow that pointed out the book her father was in? What if it startedscreaming the name of the book, and she couldnât turn it off quickly enough, like sheâd forgotten to turn her cell phone off in a movie?
Didnât matter. Not anymore. This was it. All she had to do was say the words, and sheâd know exactly where her father was.
So why couldnât she? And why couldnât her legs stop shaking?
But she knew why. Because as bad as today had been, it could get much, much worse.
What if she found her father and he didnât want to come home?
The words to the spell were ready, right on the tip of her tongue. Her father had gotten himself out of a book to begin with, hadnât he? Why couldnât he now? Wasnât that the real question? What if her father just didnât care? What if he didnât remember her, somehow?
Or worse, what if he didnât . . . if he didnât . . . ?
A one-time-only spell. She could find her father. She could find her fatherâ !
No. She couldnât.
Someone turned the corner and gave her a concerned look, and she realized she was sweating, that her legs were still shaking. She forced a smile, then walked too quickly to the childrenâs section and fell into a seat.
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