The first rule of being a teenage witch in Miami-Dade County, she quickly learned, is that magic hates a schedule. She accidentally turned her history teacher’s chalk into a gecko during a lecture on the Spanish Inquisition. She made the school’s entire vending machine dispense nothing but pastelitos —which, frankly, made her a legend for about six hours. But the worst accident happened during cheerleading tryouts. A rival, the icy and impossibly perfect Mía Valdez, had sabotaged Grachi’s pom-poms. Grachi, in a flash of instinct and rage, flicked her wrist.
Mía’s shriek could be heard in Key Biscayne. grachi
Grachi’s stomach dropped. “You mean… you?” The first rule of being a teenage witch
“You have the don ,” her grandmother said, not looking up. “The Gift. It skipped your mother. It did not skip you.” But the worst accident happened during cheerleading tryouts
“How did you—” she started.