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

trends,” I tell her.
    She nods. “That makes sense. The universe can have a quirky sense of humor, and you do relate to things in a totally quirky way.”
    â€œAre you saying
I’m
quirky?” I ask.
    She grins. “Maybe.”
    Wow. She has so much to learn.
    â€œAll right,” Stella says, “let’s get on with the Rachel revenge. What have you got?”
    I don’t have anything, but I’m not about to admit it. My brain scrambles through the possibilities. I’m sure there aren’t any good things I could give her that I don’t already have, so I’m not worried about the law of three. So what then? I could give her honesty, but it’s too late for that. I could give her generosity so
she’d
give stuff to others, but her friends wouldn’t hate that. And then I’ve got it!
    â€œWhat’s that called, when you feel sorry for other people?” I ask.
    â€œSympathy?”
    I shake my head. “No, that other word. It’s like when you don’t just feel sorry for them, you feel how bad they feel yourself.”
    â€œAh!” Stella smiles. “Empathy.”
    â€œThat’s it! She needs to feel for others. Then she’d know what it’s like when she’s a snob and ignores people. Or when she trashes others to get her way. She’d even feel bad about what she did to me. Maybe even bad enough to confess.”
    â€œYou never know,” Stella says.
    I go on. “Did I tell you how she’s alwaysmaking fun of other people’s clothes and hair and stuff? I’ve heard her. And all her stupid little so-called friends just love it. They laugh at everything she says. If she couldn’t do that anymore, they’d think she was just a huge bore. For sure, they’d ditch her. She is going to be so screwed.”
    Stella nods. “You know, I think you’ve got it. It’s perfect.”
    â€œIt
is
perfect, isn’t it?” I say. “So how do we do it?”
    â€œI can’t help you with the actual spell casting. But I’ll write down the words, and then you do it almost the same way you did the first one. Light a candle and sit before it. Focus on Rachel and her higher self. Then speak the spell and visualize her in the light of the candle flame for a short time. After you’ve done that, you blow out the candle, and it’s done.”
    I find a pen and a sheet of paper and hand them to Stella. She writes down some words while I try to decide if Rachel has a higher self. I guess the fact that she’s alive must mean something.
    Stella finishes writing and says, “Try to memorize the words before you cast the spell.” Then she fishes around in her pocket, pulls out another rock and gives it to me.
    I’m a little wary of rocks, considering what happened with the amber, but I take it. It’s smooth and whitish grey with a pearly sheen. “What is it?”
    â€œIt’s a moonstone. For luck and for connecting with your intuition.”
    â€œThanks,” I say. Considering how good I am at intuition already, I doubt I need a rock for that. But luck, that I could use.
    After she leaves, I memorize the spell and then set the stage. I put on the purple hat. I light the candle and place the moonstone beside it on the table. I sit on the floor and stare into the flame. Finally, in that sing-song voice Stella’s baba used, I intone:
    Upon the planes in which I live
,
    The gift of empathy I now give,
    To Rachel with all my heart and soul,
    To change her and to make her whole.
    By all on high and Law of Three,
    This is my will, so shall
it be.
    I focus on the light of the candle and see Rachel there. I really see her. And then I blow out the candle and that’s that. Done.
    I check the mirror, and the zits are still there. I’m not surprised. This means I need two plans for tomorrow. Plan A is when I wake up in the morning, zit free, and am able to go to