TITLE: The Ouija Thrower
GENRE: YA Paranormal Fantasy
At Misdemeanors Academy for Paranormals (MAP), or suck-it club for rich and spoiled brats, they called me Janna the psychic klutz . That's because the first time they asked me to control a Ouija, I blew a few someones across the room. Too bad MAP Academy didn’t have cheap furniture and modern decorations.
Gee, 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 made me responsible for the Ouija boards and for my parents’ future double mortgage. At sixteen, it was no way to start.
“You’re the girl,” said the superintendent, his eyes gleaming with malice, while the director shimmied his large frame through the door of the archaic library.
I tried to dial my parents’ number to warn them behind the superintendent’s back, but the snoopy little rogue cast a spell on it and it rang the dean’s office in Stanford, which was near, but not affiliated with MAP.
The superintendent slid his index fingers in his jeans pockets as if holstering his guns, and winked. Yes, winked!
I gulped. “You can’t put me in charge,” I said.
“Why not,” he asked, creasing his eyes, his spaghetti frame leaning backward.
“Unless... er… I’m being paid.”
His ogling dime-size eyes scrutinized me. “Why would you think we’re employing you? This isn’t Club Med.”
He pushed me toward the door and I stopped in the doorway. “I’m already up to my collar bone in debts. I mean, I sent students to the hospital, reduced walls to cinder, and made confetti out of antique vases.”