The Witch of Agnesi
Chapter One
Thursday was shaping up into one of those days that made Bonnie Pinkwater wish
for a dart gun, the kind used to put rhinos, or in this case teenagers, to sleep. She brushed
a gray tendril of hair from her forehead and held up her hands, palms toward her
twenty-six student class, the signal for quiet. "One at a time."
Stephanie Templeton shook back her Barbie-doll tresses. "Just explaining to
Morticia Addams here that The Witch of Agnesi doesn't have anything to do with
witches."
The headache excavating the inside of Bonnie's cranium ratcheted to six on the
Richter scale. Her finger twitched at the trigger of her fantasy pistol.
The other girl, Ali Griffith, opened her mouth to speak.
Stephanie cut her off. "It probably got its name because the curves look like
witch's hats."
"Play nice, Stephanie. No name calling." Bonnie pointed with her chin toward
the other girl. "Your turn."
Ali bristled.
Straight, jet-black, shoulder-length hair, black eye shadow, nail polish and
lipstick, Ali-short for Alexandria-bristled better than most. H ... read full excerpt from The Witch of Agnesi ebook
