“Do it,” said Kitana. Her voice was low but urgent, tinged with an excitement that bubbled up from somewhere within her. Her straight white teeth bit lightly on her bottom lip. Her face was flushed. Her eyes sparkled. So eager to learn a new way to hurt people.

      Doran turned to the chimney and held out his hand. He grunted, his face going red and the muscles in his neck standing out. It looked pretty funny until his hand started to glow. There was a light under his skin, and it was getting brighter the more he concentrated.

      “Oh, great,” said Sean. “We have the power of flashlights. Let the world beware.”

      “Quiet,” Kitana said sharply. “Let him focus.”

      Sean didn’t like it when Kitana dismissed him like that. Elsie could see it in his face. Angry, embarrassed, hurt. If Elsie had ever taken that tone with him, she doubted he’d even notice. Not that she ever would treat him like that. She wasn’t like Kitana, who could spend a whole day mocking him and then, with one smile the next day, would have him back under her thumb.

      Elsie wasn’t mean like Kitana, but then she wasn’t pretty like her, either, or blonde like her, or slim like her. She was fat and ugly and all the dyed hair and black clothes and pierced lips in the world couldn’t hide that.

      A beam of light shot from Doran’s hand, crackling and sizzling, and blasted a hole through the chimney.

      Kitana whooped with joy and Sean stared, mouth open. Doran dropped his hand and grinned.

      “It was easier that time,” he said. “Gets easier the more you do it.”

      Kitana ran to his side. “Teach me! Oh my God, teach me now!”

      Doran laughed, stood behind her, used one hand to guide her arm while the other hand was on her hip. He spoke softly, into her ear, and she nodded as she listened. Elsie looked at Sean. He wasn’t looking impressed any more. Now he just looked jealous. Elsie couldn’t help it – she was disappointed. Doran was just a thug and an idiot who followed Kitana around like almost every other seventeen-year-old boy in their school. But Elsie had thought Sean was different. She walked over.

      Light flared in Kitana’s hand and the chimney blew apart. She screamed in delight, hugged Doran.

      “That was cool,” Elsie said to Sean. He murmured. She smiled. “Maybe we should try it.”

      “Knock yourself out,” he said, and walked away from her.

      Her heart did that sinking thing again. Sometimes it seemed like the only reason it ever rose up was