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was the part that kept me awake at night—my energy was getting too strong for them.
    I surfed the Wiccan websites Becca had mentioned, searching for a solution to my tele-chaosing. I call it "tele-chaosing" because it's like telekinesis, except I don't have any control over the things that fly across the room, or the blinking lights, or any of it.
    I found incantations for everything imaginable, from how to magically receive gobs of money to cursing someone for sleeping with your husband. Finally, I came to a site called "How to Undo That VooDoo Done To You." Their featured potion promised to eliminate your everyday curses.
    "Infusion of Wormwood? Dried Nettles? Bat Tongue?" I read the ingredients aloud. "Drink twice a day? Ick. Not that desperate," I said, even as my cursor hovered over the "Order NOW!" button.
    The truth was, I'd nearly reached my tipping point. Each day, the possibility that I could be found out wore my nerves thin. I closed my eyes, pressed myself for a decision. To buy or not to buy.
    Without warning, the vision I'd had while I was unconscious shoved into the forefront of my mind.
    I stood on a grassy hillside overlooking low buildings made of crystalline rock that reflected the intense sunlight. On the horizon, a mountain soared above foothills. I had an overwhelming sense that this was my home, and yet it wasn't my city.
     “ Echo,” a male voice said, and his hand closed around mine.
    “ Yes?” I answered, but when I turned to look I was blinded by the glaring sunlight behind him.
    I squinted but could only make out a pair of intense green eyes. These, too, felt eerily familiar. As the presence came closer, a spasm of fear shot up my spine. I tried to pull my hand away, and his grip tightened. Then a bloodcurdling scream—my scream, tore through the silence.
    My eyes snapped open and I jumped out of the chair. I've heard that the dreams you have when you're knocked unconscious are a window into your soul, into your deepest fears and desires, the truths about yourself that you refuse to embrace. Based on what I'd seen, I was sure I wanted to keep this part of me in the dark. And I sensed it was tied to my new abilities.
     
    Chapter 2
    "Stare at yourself much?" Raquelle sniped.
    Just moments ago, as I walked past the school office window, I caught a glimpse of someone, or something, watching me. But when I turned to look, it was gone. I must have stood there a full minute, gaping at my own reflection, when Raquelle spotted me.
    "Freak," she said, and she sauntered down the hallway.
    The past few days had been so blissful. Ever since the outburst in Mr. King's class, I'd hardly gotten any headaches. I'd kept my energy under control so well, I even dared to hope that the tele-chaosing was going away.
    Now this. Each time I walked past a mirror or a window I got this eerie feeling, that I was being spied on. Out of the corner of my eye, I'd see a face staring at me. It always disappeared before I could see it full on. The little hairs rose on the back of my neck and paranoia was setting in.
    I hurried to Physics looking like a demented hobbit, my eyes darting at every shadow, my shoulders hunched.
    That uneasiness hit me again when I got to class. The air in the room was heavy and dark, and the short walk to my desk felt like a slog through wet sand.
    I looked around, wondering at the source. Mr. King shared a joke with a student. Raquelle gossiped, and Becca was an island of calm. The rest of my classmates looked bored. I took out my notebook and tried to ignore my growing discomfort.
    Half way through class, a glimmer in the window caught my eye. When I turned to look, I sucked in a breath of air. The glass wavered as though it had dissolved into liquid.
    I elbowed Becca. "Look at the window," I whispered.
    She craned her neck, then shrugged.
    "You don't see it?" I asked.
    "See what?"
    Mr. King shot us a look.
    I focused on my textbook until he turned his back, and then looked at the window