NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?

CHAPTER 33

Freshly picked herbs and money spell in hand, I climb to the rooftop of my building. This ought to work, because anything that frees me from that stuffy cage posing as a room is bound to bring great results. I stuff the black plastic bag into my bra so it won't run from the wind, and take the one dollar bill from my pocket. The red slip comes out instead. Why the hell am I still toting this thing around with me? I put it back and dig into the other one. Maybe I should tag my pockets to make sure this never happens again.

Ingredients for this money spell are a one dollar bill, a black plastic bag, bay, thyme, ginger and mint leaves. I place the money between the leaves and put my intention into them as instructed. Then I pull the punctured bag out of my bra, feeling more and more like Hazel, and place everything into it. The last instruction on the list is to tie three knots to seal the deal. All I have to do now is wait; wait for three seconds, minutes, hours, days, months or years. The spell promised that once I had used the right amount of herbs and my intention was strong enough, it would happen in no time at all. But if not, I could always pay for one of the witches to do it.

Well, this had better work. I can't see myself tiptoeing through Matron Caine's garden again. Oh, I hope it works! What could be stronger than the massive amount of herbs I picked? That stirs fresh panic in me. How often does she visit that garden anyway? Perhaps I should've done more research before running amok in it. I walk to the edge of the roof and look down then across. Beyond my frustrations, the bluest ocean stretches itself out above hidden mysteries. Its roar never simmers down, nor does it back down from large enemies. It simply tosses them to and fro, rips anyone or anything to shreds who dares confront it with uncertainty. I want to become that ocean one day. I want to make its powerful waves my army and win all wars.