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Bennie yelled, “I’m ready for pizza!”
    And.
    Savannah.
    Cheered.
    For pizza .
    The next play, Aliyah snagged the ball and charged down the field like a winner damned well should. She noticed the opposition cringing back as she corkscrewed a path towards the end goal.
    The crowd called her name, a thunderous roar rumbling over the lake: Aliy-ah! Aliy-ah! Aliy-ah! The goalie froze in terror, begging her to stop–
    Aliyah backflipped, kicking the ball straight at the goal. The ball boomed as it broke the sound barrier, going so fast it caught flame from the wind resistance, a supersonic comet hitting the net and bursting into purple fireworks that spelled out GOAL.
    Then Aliyah remembered: They don’t know my real name .
    Then, in slow horror: I did ’mancy .
    The net was on fire, the plastic burning. The goalie shrieked “’Mancer!” and fled, the other kids running with her.
    The flux squeezed in around Aliyah, the low pressure of an incoming stormfront. Even if you didn’t mean to do ’mancy, the universe hated it when you broke its rules. It inflicted surges of bad luck upon you to even out the odds.
    Aliyah dimly heard parents calling 911, grabbing their children, flinging open the trunk to get their shotguns. But all Aliyah could think about was K-Dash and Quaysean – her friends who’d burned to death because she’d loved them when the flux hit. The flux hit you in all the places you feared most, and it would chew your friends to pieces to make you miserable.
    She’d fallen in love with Morehead.
    Her love endangered them.
    But it was OK. She reached into her pocket for the Contract – one of the unique magics Daddy had mastered to disperse bad luck safely. Once she called upon the Contract’s power, she’d–
    â€œWhat… What did you do?” Savannah stared at Aliyah as if she couldn’t quite process this. “Did you just try to–”
    Aliyah backed away as Savannah stepped towards her, hands held out, begging Aliyah to tell her the truth:
    â€œâ€“did you just try to kill that girl?” Savannah finished.
    Aliyah hadn’t. The ball would have bounced off; the goalie had been sheathed in a protective aura of videogame physics. Yet she realized that soccer ball had looked like cannon fire to everyone else…
    As Aliyah flinched from Savannah’s fear, her flux squirmed away before she signed the Contract, bad luck seeking the worst possible consequence–
    â€œ Savannah! ” someone bellowed – Savannah’s dad, who’d looked over his shoulder fondly at her in the back seat as he’d sung God Is In The House loud enough for Aliyah to read the lyrics off his lips.
    Except now Savannah’s dad grabbed Savannah by her shoulder, yelling “ Get behind me! ” as he aimed a revolver at Aliyah.
    Aliyah prepped a videogame shield, knowing this wasn’t even the bad luck. Savannah’s dad wanting to murder her was just what she got for losing control.
    The flux would, somehow, make this worse.

Three
    3-2-1 Contract
    P aul had planned for Imani to push him around so he could chat with the other parents – but he’d picked up a small flux-load from magically altering Mrs McBrayer’s paperwork. Rather than risk having it squirm off higgledy-piggledy, he’d had his wheelchair jam. So Imani had played socialite while Paul sat sidelined.
    He dug through the cooler they’d brought: she got headaches in bright sun, so he’d packed Advil and suntan lotion, and he’d tucked away a special supply of donuts so they could play the Donut Game with Uncle Kit on the way home…
    The only thing he couldn’t get her was friends. But she seemed to be making those on the field.
    He smiled, proud.
    Valentine sat next to him, clutching a concealed margarita one of the mothers had snuck her. “Whoo!” She flopped down. “I am so not used to getting drinks