Frogs & French Kisses #2 by Sarah Mlynowski Read Free Book Online

Students?” Mrs. Konch, the principal, is shouting into a loudspeaker. She’s short and plump and reminds me of a dinner roll. “Everyone, please vacate the premises! Check your school e-mail tonight for an update!”
    “Insane,” Tammy murmurs. “Do you think the cow rumor is true? Seems unbelievable.” She shrugs and yawns simultaneously.
    “Um . . . yeah. Unbelievable.” I know I should be more worried about the cows, but at the moment I’m more concerned by the laser beam of a glare coming at me from London Zeal. She’s a few feet away, surrounded by her über-glam and shiny fashion show friends. The girls are all made up with their heavy lipstick, short denim skirts, and black knee-high boots, and the guys are wearing their coolio black leather jackets and crumpled jeans. London is all white: white jacket, white leather skirt, and a white two-inch heel on her unbroken foot to match the all-white full-leg cast. She wouldn’t want to break her one-color-per-outfit rule.
    I shouldn’t make fun; the cast on her leg is all my fault, and I feel awful. I timidly approach the crowd. “London, I am so sorry,” I say sincerely. Even though she’s evil, she does not deserve to have a broken leg.
    The group snickers. London shuffles toward me. “Sorry?” she hisses. “You’ll be sorry. Very sorry when I’m done with you.” She jabs her french-manicured nail into my chest and then hobbles back to her friends.
    Having the freshman A-list hating me is one thing. But the senior A-list too?
    I’m doomed.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Tammy says.
    “Let’s. Wanna come over?”
    Tammy does a final scan around the yard, seemingly searching for Aaron. Then she gives me an okay sign with her right hand. In scuba diving, this can mean anything from are-you-OK to do-your-ears-hurt to yes-I’m-OK to I’mterrific. So sometimes I’m not entirely sure what she means, but at the moment I think she’s saying “Sounds like a plan.”
    “Please vacate the premises!” Principal Konch says again, sounding frantic and angry, as though it’s our fault the cows have invaded our gym.
    As though.

    “The cows are in the gym?” Miri shrieks at six that night, stamping her foot on my carpet.
    “Keep your voice down,” I say. “Mom is watching the news in her room.”
    “How is that possible? Are you sure we did it?”
    “No, but it makes sense. You zap them to safety, they disappear, and this morning there are fifty cows in the school gym. A coincidence? I don’t think so.” She kicks her chair and it teeters on its side. “Careful,” I warn her. Miri’s kicks are like mini weapons. “The spell was more of a moving spell than a safety spell,” I add, nodding. “Although maybe your raw will stupidly thought that the cows were safer in the gym. Who knows?”
    She waves her hands, clearly exasperated. “But . . . but . . . what’s going to happen to them now?”
    “How should I know? You tell me; you’re the one who moved them!”
    She tries to bite her fingers, but I hit her hand away. “They must be our cows,” she says. “But how did they end up at your school? Do you think I was subconsciously trying to get you out of going to class?”
    Aw. “Miri, that’s so sweet! But listen, as much as I appreciate the thought, I think you should just do a spell reversal.”
    “No way,” she says, shaking her head. “First of all, the spell reversal is a five-broomer, and I don’t want to screw this up any more.” Next to every spell in the book are broom icons. One broom means the spell is light and easy; five mean extremely intricate and difficult to cast. “And second, I’m not sending the cows back there. There must be another way. We’ll have to move them somewhere else.”
    “And how are we going to do that?”
    “We’ll go over and zap them.” She nibbles on her finger, then swallows.
    “Did you just eat your skin? That is so vile.” I shake my head in disgust. “And no, we can’t just hop