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shimmer onto the boat—and zap my backpack—and my plate glow-
ing, I know I’m not crazy.
So does Damian.
“Stella Omega Petrolas!” he yells.
Two throbbing veins pop out on his forehead and his face turns
bright, bright red. Wow, he looks like he’s going to explode. Crossing
my arms over my gray RUN LIKE A GIRL T-shirt, I smirk at Stella.
Let’s see her shimmer her way out of this one.
Damian takes a deep breath and says a little calmer, “You know
the rules about using your powers against another.”
“But, Daddy,” she whines, the fake tears starting. She’s even got
the poor pitiful me pout.
I watch with great admiration. I’ve never been able to actually
produce tears. Maybe if I pay attention I can pick up some pointers.
“No buts,” he says. He points at her with his right hand and a
bright light shoots from his fingertip and suddenly all of Stella is
glowing. “Your powers are grounded for one week.”
“A week!” she shrieks as the glow subsides. “That’s not fair. I
only—”
“One week. Next time it will be a month.”
Stella tries to stare him down—like that has ever in the history of
the world worked to change a parent’s mind. If it did then I’d be in
Cali right now, and not on some stupid island trapped with a supernatural
teenager clearly intent on making my life miserable. I can
only hope that the rest of the kids at this school aren’t this bad.
“Please,” Damian says, oblivious to his daughter’s angry eyes,
“continue the meal.”
I pull my chair upright, but hesitate before sitting back down.
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