Free Timespell by Diana Paz Page B

rolled back, magic releasing from her body in a wave of white light. The frozen girls around them vanished as the walls and lockers turned gray.
    Angie let go of their hands and rubbed her face. “I didn’t even think about what spell I cast, but it felt like Historia,” she said. “Give me a minute and I’ll make it stop.”
    Kaitlyn shook her head at the black-and-white world. A bell rang. Girls streamed into the room, all of them gray. Adding to this already freaky scenario, the girls didn’t see them at all. One headed right for her. Kaitlyn didn’t step aside in time.
    “Watch out,” she cried, but the girl passed through her like cool mist. A ghost girl. Or maybe Kaitlyn was the ghost. She didn’t know what to think anymore.
    “You may as well learn,” Angie said. “The Historia spell lets us walk the past.”
    Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes. “Don’t just say stupid crap like that. Tell me what it means.”
    “Excuse you?”
    Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes at Julia, but Angie came between them. “It means I’m the Daughter of Past. I’m supposed to be able to take us back in time, but it’s extremely difficult. So far I can only relive the past in my mind, or walk through the past of a given place.”
    “She can show us any time in a place’s history,” Julia added. “Look, there’s us.”
    Angie’s lips parted. “Take my hands. I don’t want to be here.”
    Kaitlyn shrugged her off. “This is insane.” She recognized herself. She and her friends laughed and talked as they got ready for tennis. “Ashleigh, Becca,” she whispered, reaching out to them. Instead of gray flesh, her fingers met icy air that rippled as if she had dipped her hand in a misty pool.
    “That freshman has been crushing on Tim all freaking year,” ghost-Becca said, trailing her hand down her dark braids. “It’s so pathetic.”
    Ghost-Ashleigh laughed without smiling. “Oh my gosh, we should tell him to de-virginize her.”
    Kaitlyn tried to remember this day. Ashleigh didn’t have bangs, so it had to be at least a month ago.
    “He so would,” ghost-Becca said. “We could video it.”
    “Put it on the internet!”
    Kaitlyn couldn’t help but notice how cute her skirt was as her ghost-self wriggled out of it. Suddenly, she remembered exactly what she was about to say. “When you guys are done trapping virgins for Tim,” her ghost-self said, “I have gossip. About me.”
    Ashleigh and Becca stopped, half naked, like an old-timey porn movie. Ghost-Kaitlyn smiled, and Kaitlyn smiled at how hot she looked in nothing but a bra and panties. She remembered savoring this moment, with Ashleigh and Becca hanging on her next words. “I just broke up David and Angie.”
    Even now, the silence was delicious.
    “Shut. Up.”
    “The little cheerleader and her wannabe husband? How?”
    “Yeah, that guy is perfect.”
    “No such thing as perfect,” ghost-Kaitlyn said.
    “Did you leave your panties in his truck?”
    “Was he good?”
    “I don’t know yet. All I did was kiss him and she flipped out.”
    “You didn’t bang his brains out?”
    “No, but I plan to.” Ghost-Kaitlyn slammed her locker shut. “He was tasty.”
    Kaitlyn blinked in surprised at the hands that grabbed her. She felt Angie and Julia drawing away her power, and for one crazy moment she was flooded with feelings, flickering emotions that didn’t belong to her. Rage-aholic anger. And pain. Everything fast forwarded from that day. Flirting in class, afternoons at the mall, waking up and doing it again, a few parties, and then they were back in the frozen world where they had started.
    Angie stared at her with eyes rimmed in pink.
    Julia’s face twisted. She drew back her hand and slapped Kaitlyn across the face.

Chapter 7

Angie
    Angie couldn’t bring herself to exhale. The crack of Julia’s palm across Kaitlyn’s cheek seemed to hang in the air. For a split second Kaitlyn remained utterly still. Then she jerked her head up, green eyes blazing