As the bunny Mrs Brockman left, I held my hands in front of my head and murmured quietly, trying to make it look like I was ‘summoning my powers’ for another feat. Firstly, I wished that Mrs Brockman would change back to normal after the party. No sense doing any lasting harm, although I did wonder about Brad’s willingness to leave his mother transformed. Still, I had other tricks in mind, which made up the second part of my barely-audible incantation.
There were some big advantages to Brad’s parties. One of these was that, thanks to his family’s obvious money and the impressive venue, many of the cheerleading squad had taken up their invitations. It seemed a bit of a cheap shot by Brad (or perhaps his father) but I wasn’t about to complain.
“Ladies and Gentlemen” I announced, “for my next trick, would Carolyn Trier step forwards?”
I had mixed feelings towards the tall, curvy blonde in a short-skirted Apache Indian costume that now (thanks to my earlier wishes) stepped to the front of the crowd. Carolyn was stunning, and had been since her ‘assets’ had developed in the 6th grade. On the other hand, between that and her status as a cheerleader she was very snooty; even that wouldn’t have bothered me too much, except for the fact that Marie had been on the receiving end more than once.