Free What the Spell Part 1 by Brittany Geragotelis

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    “I have the uncanny ability to make things happen,” I said desperately.
    “What do you mean?” Gigi asked curiously.
    “I mean, give me a task and it will get done. It doesn’t matter what it is, I will succeed. That, I can promise,” I said. “I’m the person you call when you’ve tried everything else.”
    The five of them looked around at each other wordlessly, as if communicating telepathically. I waited silently, willing them to say something, to give me an idea whether they were buying my story or not.
    Finally, Gigi nodded. “Okay. We’re going to give you a chance to prove that what you say is true.”
    “Now, we’re not promising anything,” Camden said, leaning back in his seat, like he was posing for a catalog. I could practically hear people taking pictures on their camera phones as he did it. “But if we’re impressed, we may just keep you around.”
    My mouth dropped open. Unless I was reading into things, The Elite were giving me the chance to possibly join their group.
    “What do you need me to do?” I asked when I’d regained my composure.
    “Nothing big,” Gigi said, inspecting her nails critically. “I’m sure we can find a few ways to determine your loyalty, drive, and desire.”
    “Okay,” I said, wondering if they weren’t being a bit melodramatic. But given their reputation, I knew they weren’t joking. They meant just what they said.
    “And if you stick around, it will be like you’ve won the lottery,” she said, gesturing around the room.
    “You’ll be existing among future politicians,” Camden said.
    “Nobel Prize winners,” Rhodes said.
    “Hollywood’s next big stars,” Eliza delivered dramatically.
    “This awesome guy,” Wheatley said, pointing at himself between bites of his burger.
    “And high-powered attorneys,” Gigi said evenly. “If you have what it takes and stick with us, Brooklyn, your life will change. I can guarantee it.”
    I nodded to let them know that I understood what they were offering me and then waited for them to tell me what they wanted me to do next.
    “Well . . .”
    “What devious plans are you little Gremlins plotting today?” a voice boomed up to us from the floor, interrupting our discussion. “Getting out of your school-ordered community service because you might get your hands dirty? Intimidating others into thinking you’re special? Convincing your mommies and daddies to pay your way out of the problems you create? I can’t wait for the day you all mess up and I get to lock you up and throw away the key.”
    “And you wonder why people think school’s a prison,” Wheatley said, not even bothering to turn around to look at our principal. I did, however, and was shocked to see him flanked by two security guards, both with their hands on their walkie-talkies as if they might need to use them at any moment. My heart started to race as I wondered what was about to happen and what we’d done to make the principal think he needed police assistance.
    “I don’t know what you’ve been hearing about us, Frankie, but we’re just sitting here eating lunch,” said Eliza innocently. “By the way, did you get the tickets that Daddy sent you last week?”
    He sneered at her. “It’s Principal Franklin , Miss Rivers,” he said snidely. “And I’m not a fan of basketball.”
    “But they were floor seats!” Eliza said, her good-girl act dropping for a second. “I mean . . . well, Daddy has tickets to practically every team in LA, so if you let me know what sports you do like . . .”
    “That won’t be necessary, Miss Rivers.”
    “You seem stressed, Principal Franklin,” Gigi cooed. “Is something wrong?”
    “Besides having to deal with you kids?”
    “Well, I’ll be sure to bring up the topic of stress levels on campus in our next student government meeting,” Camden said. “Stress can be damaging to your health. And we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, now, would