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 | Amy in a Jar
Chiller 24 (page 1 of 4) |
All I was doing was sitting in my best friend Janie's room,
when her little sister, Kelly, charged in, pointed at me, and
hollered: "I don't like you!" then ran back out.
I didn't get it. Even though Kelly was only eight, three years
younger than we were, I was really trying to be nice to her. I
even watched her try to do some magic tricks and kept quiet
when they didn't work. "What did I do to her?" I asked Janie.
"You didn't do anything," Janie said. "She's just like that.
Ignore her."
But then Kelly came back, and
this time she was holding an old
glass jar and what looked like a
magic wand. "This is a magic jar,"
she said, waving the wand over it.
"Know what I'm going to do with
it?" she asked.
"Like we care," Janie answered.
"I'm going to put Amy in it." She tapped the wand on the edge
of the jar and, maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I
saw a spark fly into the glass. Then she came towards me and
pretended she was lifting me up and putting me in the jar.
"There," she said. "Now you're in my power. And guess what's
going to happen when I put on the lid!" Then she took off again.
"Wow, you're sister's really a weirdo," I told Janie.
"Tell me. She just wants me to sit and watch her do magic all
day, and if I invite someone over, she gets jealous."
Kelly was weird all right, but I tried not to think about her
after I'd gone back home. I told myself that the spark I'd seen
going into
the jar was just static electricity, and stopped worrying
about it.
Mistake. Big mistake.
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