On your 16th birthday, you find out you are a witch. All of a sudden your life changes from suck to sweet. Feeling wicked cool, you invite over mega hunk Brad to “study.” “Where are all the chairs?” he asks as you lead him into your love lair. How does he know that you even keep chairs in your room, you wonder. “Never mind,” you say. “Let’s sit on the bed.” Then your pesky little brother bursts in, asking, “What happened to all the chairs?” You hiss at him to leave. Two seconds later your dad brings in a tray of apples, asking, “What happened to all the chairs?” You roll your eyes. “Da-aad!” Then, finally, you’re alone with Brad, captain of the football team. You start to murmur a love spell, only it doesn’t work, and he says, “What are you doing?” You sigh, completely defeated, then open up the closet and pull out all the chairs everyone was so curious about. “Don’t ask,” you say. “Don’t even think about asking.”
