Perfect Revenge by K. L. Denman Read Free Book Online

sparkle in her eyes. “I think you’re getting the idea.”
    â€œOooh,” I croon. “I’m liking this. A lot.”
    â€œSo now,” Stella says, “you just have to figure out which trait to give Rachel that would mess her up. And not hurt you.”
    â€œRight! Okay. Let’s see. Rachel is a snob. She’s shallow. She doesn’t care about anyone but herself. She’ll do whatever it takes to get what she wants. She’s a drama queen, and she thinks she’s all that. And she’s sneaky.”
    â€œSounds pretty bad,” Stella says. “I’m surprised she has any friends.”
    â€œMe too,” I say.
    â€œSo how can you change her enough to make a difference?”
    â€œI don’t know. I’d probably have to do, like, fifty spells to totally whack her,” I say.
    Stella laughs. “Maybe. But for now, what’s one thing you could do that would get her in trouble?”
    â€œThis is hard,” I whine.
    â€œI told you it was tricky,” Stella says. “But it can be done. My Baba said it’s important to think about the other person’s higher self.”
    â€œI’m not getting that part,” I say.
    â€œThe higher self is like the person’s life force, or their spirit. All life is supposed to be naturally in tune with all other life. So when people are mean or evil, it’s not their spirit that’s doing it. It’s just their ignorance.”
    I blink at her. “Really?”
    She nods vigorously. “Really. Even people like Rachel have a life force.”
    â€œWell, yeah,” I say. “If she didn’t, she’d be dead.”
    Stella tilts her head and says, “Actually, just her body would be dead. Her spirit would live on in another realm.”
    I hear the sound of the front door opening, and Mom calls, “Lizzie? Are you home?”
    â€œGreat,” I say. “Just great. I totally forgot I was going to ask my mom to get me out of the country. Only now, if I show her these pathetic zits, she won’t believe they’re a big deal, will she?” I glare at Stella. “I thought we were going to finish getting rid of my zits here?”
    Stella sighs. “Tell you what. You meditate for a while, and then I’ll come back over later and we’ll see what we can do.”
    â€œStella?”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œI have no idea how to meditate,” I say. “I’m not even sure what that is. Does it have something to do with yoga?”
    â€œLizzie?” Mom calls.
    â€œJust a minute,” I yell back.
    â€œYoga?” Stella asks.
    â€œMy mom did yoga,” I say, “and she said something about meditating at class. I don’t know any yoga.”
    Stella says, “I don’t know about yoga, but all I do when I meditate is breathe and focus on high thoughts.”
    â€œYou’re kidding, right?” I ask.
    Stella shakes her head.
    â€œAll righty, then,” I say. “I guess we’ll see what we can do later.”
    As soon as Stella is out the door, I say to my mom, “I need to go to a dermatologist. Now. It’s an emergency.”
    Mom laughs. “Lizzie, dear, your blemishes are perfectly normal. They’re caused by hormones. Don’t worry, they’ll probably be gone within a few days, a week at most.”
    Omigod. She is so cold. She used to love me. I go back to my room and put on the purple hat. It does hide the zits. And it doesn’t look too bad. It actually has some style with its flirty little brim and a small lilac flower on one side. I wonder where Stella’s baba gets her hats?

chapter ten
    When Stella shows up later, I ask her about the hats.
    â€œI think Baba gets them at the Thrift Store,” Stella says.
    â€œYou mean, they’re
used
?” I ask.
    â€œProbably.” She shrugs. “So how did the meditation go?”
    â€œOh, that,” I say. “I