High school is hard enough without your grimoire going missing.

But that’s exactly what happened to me—Zaria Vexx, witch extraordinaire (or at least I was, until someone decided to make me a laughingstock). The worst part? The person who probably stole my grimoire is none other than Kyla, the witch who somehow aces every test while barely being able to spell abracadabra.

And guess what? When she presented her grimoire, it was packed with all the spells I spent* three years* perfecting. Talk about a magical heist.

Now, I have less than a month to figure out how my work ended up in the hands of Kyla and half the other students, or I’ll be stuck repeating my senior year. Lucky me.