Chapter 3
Before I could even verbalize a threat, something shifted. The air around Nancy seemed to shimmer. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was my temper, but the next thing I knew, she was spluttering in the fountain. I hadn't touched her. My classmates stared, a mixture of shock and glee on their faces. I half-expected Mrs. Dodds, the ancient math teacher, to descend like a harpy. She did not disappoint.