didnât hurt myself, but I still havenât recovered from the trauma.â
Charlotte laughed sympathetically, relieved that Lauren hadnât made fun of her for her phobia, and wishing she could be as frank and unembarrassed as her new friend. Then she remembered the card. She pulled it out of the pocket of her backpack.
âCan I show you something weird? I found it yesterday. In a book. Do you have any idea what this is?â she asked Lauren.
Lauren took the card and peered at it, frowning. Her wide-set eyes and pouty lips didnât quite fit her face, but Charlotte suspected her features would all come together by the time she was a teenager. Braces and a gawky frame and unevenly proportioned features on a twelve-year-old looked like they might easily translate to supermodel good looks on a teenager. Now, though, she was a misfit like Charlotte. Smart, nerdy, awkwardly angular.
âWhereâd you get this?â asked Lauren, turning it over and reading the message scrawled across the back.
âInside a library book,â said Charlotte. âWeird, isnât it?â
âWell, yes and no,â said Lauren matter-of-factly. âItâs weird because it looks really old, like, from the middle ages or something. But I think itâs just a tarot card, actually.â
âWhatâs a tarot card?â
âPeople use them to tell fortunes,â she said with a shrug. âI donât know much about them, but I have seen them before. At my auntâs house. And I donât know what this particular card means. Of course I donât believe in any of that mumbo jumbo stuff, but I can show it to my aunt Marina if you want. She lives right near here.â
âYou mean you are actually related to someone who can tell fortunes? I thought everyone in your family was into science like you,â said Charlotte.
Lauren grinned. âThey are, but itâs not like Iâm from a huge family. My dadâs a scientist, and his brother Jack, the one who died in a car accident a few years ago, was a scientist too. Marina is my aunt by marriage. She was married to Uncle Jack. She still lives in the house the two of them used to live in when they were married.â
âDoes she have any kids?â
âNever wanted any. But I think she feels like she needs to mother me because she knows itâs just my dad and me, and I guess my dad is a lot like Jack. Sort of an absentminded professor type, and she knows that. And also because I have an artsy side.â
Charlotte nodded, and Lauren went back to studying the card and shrugged. âIâll ask Aunt Marina,â she said.
Suddenly someone behind Lauren snatched the card from her hand.
âHey!â said Lauren.
Charlotte wheeled around.
âWhatâs this? You two geeks into fortune telling now?â
It was Stacy Matthews, the most popular and stuck-up girl in seventh grade. Behind her stood Ava and Maddy, giggling as usual.
âItâs nothing,â said Charlotte and Lauren simultaneously.
Stacy raised her eyebrow. Then she looked down at the card. âLooks like some weird Goth thing,â she said. She tossed the card back down on the desk, having evidently lost interest.
Charlotte picked it up and shoved it into her bag.
âSo did you guys finish the math homework for today or what?â
Lauren and Charlotte darted a look at each other.
âYeah,â said Charlotte warily.
Stacy waited, hands on hips. âSo can I borrow yours to check my answers?â
âI donât have mine on me right now,â said Lauren.
âMe neither,â said Charlotte, giving Stacy a little smile. Which was only a partial untruth. It wasnât on her exactly. It was inside her backpack, under the desk.
Stacyâs eyes narrowed. âWell thanks anyway,â she said in a voice that meant she felt the exact opposite. âHey, have you ever thought about closing your mouth when