At Misdemeanors Academy for Paranormals (MAP), or suck-it club for rich and spoiled brats, they called me Janna the psychic klutz. I earned my nickname on my first day because every time they asked me to control a Ouija, I blew someone across the room. Too bad MAP Academy didn’t have cheap furniture and modern decorations.
Gee, at least I had insurance. One week into the program, and I already owed them big, like millions in damage. So, when I was summoned to the library this morning to be handed the keys and put in charge of inventory, I thought someone had loosened the brains’ screws of the two men standing in front of me and sent the bolts away. Because that also put me in charge of the Ouija boards and made me virtually responsible for my parents’ future double mortgage. At sixteen, it was no way to start.