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and stepped back.
    A broken mirror. Seven years bad luck for someone.
    I reached into my khakis pocket and squeezed my rabbit’s foot three times. Then I turned back to the mirror and began combing my hair again.
    Something was wrong.
    I blinked. Once. Twice.
    A red light? Some kind of red glare in the mirror glass.
    I squinted into the glass—and let out a cry.
    The red glare was coming from a pair of eyes—two red eyes, glowing like hot coals.
    Two angry red eyes, floating in the glass. Floating beside my reflection.
    I could see my confused expression as I stared at the frightening red eyes … as I watched the eyes slide across the glass … slide … slide closer … until their red glow covered my eyes!
    My horrified reflection stared out at me with the fiery, glowing eyes.
    And I opened my mouth and let out a long, terrified scream.

 

    Over my scream I heard heavy footsteps behind me. And then I heard a voice—Stretch’s voice: “Hey—get used to it!”
    I spun around. He grinned at me. “Get used to it, Champ. That’s your face! It makes other people scream too!”
    â€œNo!” I cried. “No! It’s not! Don’t you see—?”
    Coach Swanson burst in behind Stretch. “Luke—what’s wrong?”
    â€œMy eyes!” I cried. “Look! Are they red? Are they?”
    Coach Swanson and Stretch exchanged glances.
    â€œWhat is his problem?” Stretch murmured.
    Coach Swanson stepped up close and examined my eyes. “What’s wrong with you, Luke? It’s just the chlorine from the pool. Your eyes will be okay in a little while.”
    â€œChlorine? Huh? No!” I insisted. Then I glanced into the mirror. And saw my normal, brown eyes gazing back at me.
    No glowing eyes. No red eyes burning in the glass like an evil movie monster.
    â€œUh … well …” I rubbed my eyes. They didn’t burn or anything. They felt okay.
    I turned back to Stretch and Coach Swanson. I didn’t know what to say to them. They were both still staring at me as if I were nuts.
    And maybe I was.
    Black cats jumping out of my locker? Glowing red eyes in the mirror?
    â€œWell … see you at practice,” I said.
    Stretch laughed. “Not if I see you first! Ha ha!”
    I laughed too. It wasn’t funny, but I wanted to sound calm again, normal.
    As I followed them out of the locker room, I realized I was trembling.
    Why were these strange things happening to me?

 

    After dinner I was supposed to go to the mall with Hannah. She wanted to buy me some computer software for my birthday. But she wanted me to pick it out.
    That was really nice of her. But at the last minute I decided not to go.
    I was still feeling weird from the swim tryouts. And I wanted to work on my animation project. If I worked really hard, I might be able to get it finished in time to show Mrs. Coffey before she left school.
    I went up to my room and booted up the animation. But I couldn’t concentrate. I kept staring at the four-leaf clover inside a block of clear Lucite I keep on my desk. And I kept jumping up and running to the mirror to check my eyes.
    Perfectly normal.
    Not glowing.
    So what happened? What happened to me in that locker room? I asked myself. I tried to convince myself there was something wrong with the mirror. The red glow was because of the way the light hit the crack in the mirror. Or something.
    No.
    That didn’t make sense.
    The phone rang a little before ten o’clock. And it was Hannah, sounding very breathless and excited.
    â€œLuke—you should’ve come! You should’ve come!”
    I had to hold the phone away from my ear, Hannah was shouting so loud. “Why? What happened?” I asked.
    â€œI won it!” she declared. “Do you believe it? I won!”
    â€œExcuse me? Hannah—what are you talking about?”
    â€œYou know the raffle at the mall? That huge red SUV?