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“I’ll hurry,” I told her, and bolted into my room.
“Lefty, what did you do to your hair?” I heard Mom ask my brother. “Did you brush it differently
or something?”
“No,” I heard Lefty reply. “It’s the same, Mom. Really. Maybe your eyes are different.”
“Stop being such a smart mouth and get downstairs,” Mom told him.
Something was definitely weird about Lefty. Mom had noticed it, too. But I couldn’t figure out
what.
As I picked my jeans up off the floor and pulled them on, I started to feel a little better. I had
been so frightened, frightened that something terrible had happened to my brother. Frightened that he’d
disappeared for good, and I’d never see him again.
All because of that stupid mirror.
All because it was such a thrill to get invisible.
I suddenly thought about Erin, April, and Zack.
They were so excited about Wednesday. About the big competition. Even April was going to get
invisible this time.
No, I thought.
I have to call them. I have to tell them.
I’ve really made up my mind.
No more mirror. No more getting invisible.
I’ll call all three of them when I get back from Springfield. And I’ll tell them the competition is
cancelled.
I sat down on my bed to tie my sneakers.
Whew, I thought. That’s a load off my mind.
And it was. Having decided not to use the mirror ever again made me feel much, much better.
All of my fear seemed to float away.
Little did I know that the most frightening time was still to come.