Chapter 1: Danger Is My
Middle Name…for Real!
What whacked-out family passes down a middle name ‘Danger’ to her only daughter? I always thought Mom made that up, like she makes up all her best-selling mystery novels.
Mom never gets tired of asking, “Veronica Danger
Powers, don’t you just love your name?” She admires how she could ever have thought up
such an impressive name. Mom even says it dreamily, with a sigh at the end, and
her arms swing up dramatically as if she were conducting an orchestra.
Newsflash: Mom really is a drama-queen! She’s in
her own little world so much that she needs to realize what’s real and what’s
not!
Cut it out, I shout in my head, but not out loud.
Mom’s big on politeness. However, I do
say, “Mom, you’ve been writing too much! You have an over-active imagination.
Are you sure you weren’t casting me in one of your mystery novels when you
thought up that crazy name you stuck me with for my entire life? Me, your only
daughter?”
I have to admit I cringe every year, when I enter a new
school and the new teacher says my full name out loud! Kids don’t even laugh at
me—they gasp! You can see their mouth’s
fall open. It’s like, Oh, God, how could any mother name her only child a
weird first name like Ver-on-ick-a! Bad enough, but
Danger? What planet did you come from? I can hear them say it, but
not out loud, Thank God!
At least Powers is a fairly decent last name. It’s not weird
like Bottomfeeder, which I swear is a real last name, cross my heart! We had a
Betsy Bottomfeeder in my third-grade class. I controlled myself though, even
though I had a million comments for that one. Anyone whose name is, Veronica
Danger Powers, has no room to judge.
Newsflash: I do anyhow, and I belly laugh to
myself! It’s all controlled though.
Mom is finishing her mystery novel early this year. I am actually in the second semester of sixth
grade with my two best friends that I’m going to have for life! IF Mom even keeps
her word, just saying, Mom always means to keep her word, but usually
doesn’t. But this time, Mom bought a
house, right next door from the one we leased on 9 Puddledock Road. Problem
though? YES, BIG problem. She didn’t even consult me. I’m happy, don’t
get me wrong, but and I say that with great trepidation! My genius vocabulary
comes from Mom. It means FEAR, trepidation, did you forget that word already?
Lots of fear! It used to belong to Witch Viola Puddledock-Viviano, and now,
well, it’s ours—the house, not the name!
Viola left in the middle of the night, after Lils, Jamal,
and I solved the real mystery of 13 Puddledock Mansion. It really was
haunted! And Viola was actually a witch! But that’s another story. She’s since
left, but not before she gave me her most prized possession, an oval mirror
which is authentically magic, and really a portal into the future, and maybe
the past, who knows since I haven’t had the nerve to figure out how it works
yet. But, I know one thing for a fact. It is magic! I saw a scene that
frightened me so much I wanted to puke!
Really, you can’t make any of this stuff up! I know because
before Viola left on her broomstick—not kidding, read Book 1 if you
don’t believe me, she held me prisoner in the mirror until my friends freed me.
Thanks to Jamal and LIls, I lived to tell the story. The most harrowing
experience of my almost twelve years on earth.
This mirror would freak out any normal kid, but not me! I’m
a genius and not easily rattled, as long as I have my mood ring on. That tells
me how I feel! I’m good. The mirror
looks gigantic, about six feet high, three feet wide, with an old-fashioned
stand that is heavy enough to fall through the floor if this house weren’t
built so solid. Well, it looks old but pretty ordinary as mirrors go, except
when you look into it! There’s absolutely no reflection looking back. I
like that, but it freaks out Lils, since she’s one who likes to coordinate
everything she wears, and actually see it in a mirror. I don’t care as much,
although I love my new teal blue sneakers, and it would be nice to see how
great they look on my feet.
The fact it looks like a mirror—well that doesn’t begin to
describe the power it holds within! I’m not sure yet, but if Grandma Witch
Viola says so, I believe her!
Here’s the freaky part. Witch Viola appeared in the mirror
after a black cat burst through the mirror, which liquified into a turbulant
mass of electrical charge- straight through, from the inside of the mirror. Am
I freaking you out? Well, just wait. I’ve got more to say! Anyway Viola, who’s
outside the mirror now with brooms hopping around us in circles, tells me I am
related to her—Viola Danger Puddledock is my grandmother!
Well, you can’t imagine the shocked look on my face. Wouldn’t you be shocked if someone told you that? It wasn’t an illusion or some trickery. My gut told me this was real. I felt a surge of love, an instant connection to my past. I knew this was the person I was supposed to trust in finding out about my past and in saving my middle school. Somehow, now, Viola seems softer and gentler than the terror-stricken, snot-nosed witch we all came to fear on Puddledock Road.
I’m hearing the words come out of Witch Viola’s mouth, and
I’m speechless.
Newsflash: That absolutely never happens!
She’s now telling me that she knows where my father is, and
that he is a Warlock from the Powers Coven, living in another space-time
dimension. Don’t believe me? Well Lils and Jamal, my two best friends can vouch
for me! They were peeking around the corner that Saturday in November when Witch
Viola visited me to tell me of the Danger ahead at Lincoln Middle School. Lils
and Jamal were petrified. Heck, I’m usually the one who’s calm and collected.
Viola told me that Danger was a family name and Powers was from the
Warlock Powers’ Coven. Mind you, Mom told me Dad split when I was a baby,
and Mom wasn’t talking about all this stuff!
Newsflash: Do
you know what a shock this was to my system! I’m now a wreck.
On my thumb is my mood ring, which Mom gave me for my tenth
birthday, and which I cherish because she said my Dad gave it to her at one of
those hippy-dippy concerts a hundred years ago, when they first met! Anyway, I
thought that was sweet, and, well, I never take it off my thumb, which is the
only digit it fits on! It’s my compass of sorts. It changes from aqua blue to onyx
black, and every shade in between, depending upon my mood. It warns me if I’m
terrified and helps me control my moods. It seems to have some hidden magic in
itself. I don’t ever remember seeing
this ring as black as the blackest black can be. But it is, today!
I stand statue-still as this witch grandmother of mine recites
a chant which Jamal actually recorded on his audio recorder so we could figure
it out later on!
Newsflash: I’m not sure I ever want to hear it
again. It gives me the creeps!
Here’s what happened, maybe not word-for-word, but close!
Viola holds my hand in hers, which is creepy in itself. I
feel a power-surge, an electrical transfer of some kind, an instant connection
with this woman, my Grandmother: “Use your Powers, Veronica, to see
what I see,” she says.
Translated: I’m thinking now, that my last name
Powers, means I have some magical Powers I don’t yet know about! Could
my last name be that meaningful, or am I just going insane?
The Circle complete, as
the brooms circle round,
Spinning, electrifying,
crashing into the ground
Let it be known, thy sweet
little witch,
Of magical powers
bequeathed thee, of which,
You are the key, my dear
granddaughter, ‘tis thee
Bestowed with THE POWERS
of magic and telepathy
The power of two is
stronger than one
For you are a witch and
must bear the scorn
For THROUGH this mirror,
therein lies your fate
YOUR SCHOOL IS IN DANGER,
your portal awaits
Of what was and what could
be,
Past and future, worlds
you can see
For you are my
granddaughter… I do love thee so,
Wherever YOU go-
I am near, we, the power
of two-
For you, my sweet witch,
ARE my alter ego
I’m totally freaked
and definitely scared out of my wits. Then as Viola disappears back into the
mirror, she hesitates, and turns back to me and says the very same thing again:
“Use your Powers, Veronica, to see what I see!”
Yes, Danger is my middle name. Jamal, one of my two
best friends, calls me Danger-Girl--all the time. He gets me. Jamal,
is also in all my advanced sixth grade classes, and the star basketball player
on the Lincoln Middle School Panthers. He’s also the most interesting
and smartest guy I know. Don’t let him hear this, but he’s pretty close to my
genius level! Got to give him credit for his busy life. He’s even taking a
photography class and a computer class at the local community college! He just won
the sixth-grade science fair for the entire county. And his Mom’s just been
promoted to Principal of Lincoln Middle School. He’s become an instant
celebrity!
I’m still dealing with Mom, who’s now spending all her time
in our ‘new’ old house, the Witch House I call it, the one that Witch Viola
left in a hurry in the middle of the night about three months ago. No one’s
seen her since. That makes Mom upset since Mom has been rejected by her own Mom,
who turns out to be Witch Viola. Coincidence we live on this haunted street?
Now, I know why! Mom must have magical
powers too, if I do. It only stands to reason. But she hasn’t used them yet. I
guess her writing talent is enough for her and being in her make-believe world
of mystery writing is her thing.
At least Mom kept her promise when she gave me that mood
ring last birthday. She said that my dad had given it to her, and she wanted me
to have a part of him. How sweet. So why
did he leave then? Isn’t a dad supposed to stay with his family? Anyhow, Mom
has more than kept her promise, ‘cause we now own the old Puddledock house, not
the Mansion down at 13 Puddledock Road.
The Puddledock Mansion at the end of the cul-de-sac is the one the historical society fixed up with
the money we dug up in another time dimension, in the 1950s. It was Jamal’s
idea, and a great one, to place all the money and the stocks we found, in the
Mansion so the police could find. That’s
all in Book 1, too! Jamal just left a note with the money, and now the
Historical Society has fixed up the mansion. It looks totally transformed.
Puddledock Pond is clear and beautiful too! They even resurfaced the street and
planted beautiful flowers on the cul-de-sac.
I’m happy to be living in the same town for the next three
years, at least. I’ve moved once each year since kindergarten and now I’m
almost twelve. I don’t want to move anymore, except to this old house. Mom’s
done a lot of the remodeling herself, and surprised me with a gigantic bedroom closet.
Newsflash: I still have the sparse wardrobe I’ve
always had, but I have room to think now!
I have Witch
Viola, I mean, Grandmother-Witch-Viola-Danger-Puddledock’s mirror, which she
insists is the portal to the future and past. Well, maybe I thought she meant
past, cause LIls, Jamal and I have
really gone back to the 1950s, to figure
out Witch Viola’s life and why she was such a miserable person. Now, I
understand. That’s all in Book 1, too!
So, I get the Danger now. It’s crazy but now it makes
sense and gives me some connection to my past. I’m fearless, smart, and get
into more problems than most kids ever dream about! And now, Grandma Witch has
told me about my dad, sort of, that is. I know that my name is not a total
fabrication of Mom’s imagination, which freaked me out more than the truth
itself.
What really freaks me out now is that my life is as perfect
as I’ve hoped it could ever be. I’ve got Lils and Jamal as true best friends,
and a Mom who promised to let me graduate from LMS. I even know that I’m
related to the Puddledock family who started this town way back in 1791! I feel
like I’m home!
In spite of all the good stuff finally happening to me, my
gut is telling me that those words that were scrawled in blood red on the oval mirror
when my Grandmother Witch Viola left—Terrible Troubles at Lincoln Middle
School, well, that was going to happen very soon. Danger is my
middle name but that thought terrified me!
So, where does that leave me now? At least my best friends,
Lils and Jamal, who, by-the-way, have been through tunnels and time traveling
and counterfeiting money-laundering with me, well, they’re true friends.
But this next challenge just might be the most dangerous one
yet. I need to convince them to time
travel to the future, to a danger so great and fearful that I can’t even
imagine-yet!
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