Alyssa McCarthy's Magical Missions, Sunayna Prasad [e book reader pdf .txt] 📗

something appeared out of nowhere. What on Earth? Now that had to be caused by… magic. Approaching it, she saw that it was a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and read it.

Hello Alyssa McCarthy,

You must be wondering about the writing on your window, the exploding mud, and the note that appeared here. Who was responsible for them? You’ll find out at some point.

Anonymous

Anonymous? What in the Milky Way—how dare someone create incidents and not say his or her name? To make matters worse, Alyssa didn’t know his or her name, so she couldn’t report him or her to the police. But she needed to know. She didn’t want strange magical occurrences to keep happening. The only way to tell this mysterious person to stop was to find out his or her name.
Regardless of that, now she had proof to Mrs. Hutchinson that the writing and exploding mud had occurred. Mrs. Hutchinson had seen her write before, and this looked nothing like her own handwriting. She wrote in a half-print and half script style. This writing, however, was pure print.
Jogging down the stairs, Alyssa carried the note.
“Mrs. Hutchinson, I have to have something to show you!” she cried.
“Not right now, Alyssa,” said Mrs. Hutchinson, striding out of the kitchen. “You and Hailey have to go wash my car.”
“But it’s quick,” said Alyssa.
“You can show me after you’re done with washing my car,” said Mrs. Hutchinson. She turned to Hailey, who emptied the dishwasher and put dishes away. “Are you almost done?”
“I think so,” said Hailey.
“How many dishes do you have left?” asked Mrs. Hutchinson.
“Uh…” Hailey looked into the top rack. “Four.”
“Okay, hurry up,” Mrs. Hutchinson ordered. She turned to Alyssa. “Why don’t you go put that piece of paper away?”
“But this is what I need to show you,” said Alyssa.
“Do I have to repeat what I said before?” asked Mrs. Hutchinson.
“But—”
“Alyssa, do as you’re told,” demanded Mrs. Hutchinson, pointing at the staircase.
Alyssa sighed. This note contained so much crucial information. It was the only piece of evidence that those incidents happened.
After putting the note back into her room, Alyssa headed down the stairs and walked with Hailey towards the garage. The two of them grabbed sponges, buckets, and soap for washing cars. They filled the buckets with water and soap and then scrubbed Mrs. Hutchinson’s car.
“I wish we had another babysitter,” muttered Alyssa.
“What was on the piece of paper?” asked Hailey.
Alyssa told her.
“Who wrote it?” asked Hailey.
“There was no name on it,” said Alyssa. “Just anonymous.”
The sound of whistling turned Alyssa’s attention away from the car. She leaned her head towards the sidewalk and saw her friend from school, Madison Jennings, ride her scooter.
“Hi, Alyssa,” said Madison, as the wind blew her long dark brown waves across her face. But when she stopped at Alyssa’s driveway, her hair limped. Hailey and Alyssa ran up to greet and ask her how she’d been.
“I just moved onto Draco Drive a few days ago,” said Madison, regarding a street off of Orion Street.
“So how are you liking the middle school?” asked Alyssa.
“Oh, I go to Catholic school now,” said Madison. “What about you?”
“Hailey and I are homeschooled,” said Alyssa.
“Cool,” said Madison. “So you guys want to come over my house on Saturday?”
“What time?” asked Alyssa.
“I’ll ask my mom,” said Madison. “Okay, bye.” She rode away back in the direction she’d come from as Hailey and Alyssa said goodbye to her.
After washing the car for a half an hour longer, Alyssa and Hailey cleaned up and walked back inside. The sound of snoring suggested to Alyssa that Mrs. Hutchinson slept. Huh? Why would she sleep now? She never slept while babysitting.
Striding towards the living room, Alyssa saw Mrs. Hutchinson sleep on one of the couches.
“Why is Mrs. Hutchinson sleeping?” asked Hailey.
“I don’t know,” said Alyssa.
“Can you show me the note?” asked Hailey.
Alyssa nodded and led her up the stairs. But when she opened her door, she gasped. The note that she’d left on her bed was gone.
“Where’s the note?” asked Hailey.
“It was right there,” said Alyssa, pointing at her bed.
But then another piece of paper appeared. Alyssa picked it up and read it.

Hello again Alyssa,

I have put your babysitter to sleep, just like I did with the other ways to reveal magic to you. You’ll find out why she is sleeping later.

Anonymous

“Not again,” mumbled Alyssa. “Why won’t they say their name?” She showed the note to Hailey.
“Let’s go call my dad before anything else happens,” declared Hailey.
How much worse could this get? Alyssa thought, as she followed Hailey down the stairs.

Chapter 2

Entering the first floor, the girls continued towards the phone—but stopped when they saw parts of Mrs. Hutchinson’s hair turn green and black rings circle her eyes. Not only that—a piece of paper also appeared on the wall outside of the living room. Alyssa and Hailey approached it and gasped at the messages, which looked like they’d been typed.

I sprayed my babysitter’s hair with spray paint – Alyssa McCarthy

I drew dark circles around my babysitter’s eyes with a black magic marker – Hailey Flynn

“We better take this off,” whined Hailey. She pulled on one of the corners and grunted. It didn’t come off. It stayed stuck as if glued with permanent glue. “It’s not coming off!” she squeaked.
“We’re going to have to call your dad,” said Alyssa.
“Do you still have the note?” asked Hailey.
“Yeah,” said Alyssa, reaching into her shirt pocket. But she felt no paper inside. “What the heck—it, like, disappeared!”
“What?” squealed Hailey.
“Let’s call him,” said Alyssa, turning to the phone. But the sound of a door slamming shut suggested to her that Uncle Bruce had come home. She and Hailey turned around to see him carry his bags.
“What are you two doing near the phone?” he asked.
“We need to tell you something!” shrieked Hailey.
“Why are you screaming, Hailey?” asked Uncle Bruce.
“Because—”
“Oh my God, girls, what did you do?” screeched Mrs. Hutchinson.
Everyone turned to her.
“We didn’t do it!” yelled Hailey.
“Then why does this paper say you did?” asked Mrs. Hutchinson, pointing at it.
Uncle Bruce powerwalked towards it and heaved a gasp.
“Oh my goodness!” he snapped. He turned to the girls, glaring. “Alyssa Caitlin McCarthy and Hailey Elizabeth Flynn, what in the world were you thinking?”
“Hailey’s right!” cried Alyssa. “We didn’t do it!”
“Don’t you dare lie to me!” snarled Uncle Bruce. “No one was here besides you guys!” Uncle Bruce tried to pull one of the corners and couldn’t get it off. “What did you do?”
“We didn’t do anything!” screamed Hailey.
“Stop lying!” boomed Uncle Bruce. “What’s the matter with you two? Why would you make marks on Mrs. Hutchinson? Are you three years old? No! You two are way too old to do what you’ve done!”
Then he turned to Mrs. Hutchinson. “Lorraine, you cannot sleep while babysitting!”
“I… I—”
“You’re fired!” Uncle Bruce declared. “Get your stuff and go!”
Mrs. Hutchinson heaved a sigh while striding towards the closet. Uncle Bruce leaned down and grasped Alyssa’s shoulders. The narrowness of her shoulder made her clench her teeth, as she received lots of pain. Uncle Bruce’s brittle salt and pepper hair even touched and itched her forehead, which caused her to squint her eyes.
“You are going to be thirteen next month!” Uncle Bruce bellowed. “Yet you and Hailey did something so childish, and then lied to me!”
“We really didn’t do it!” cried Alyssa. “I’m not lying!”
“Then how else would those marks have gotten there?” asked Uncle Bruce.
“M-magic,” answered Alyssa.
Uncle Bruce slapped her cheek.
“Ow!” yelled Alyssa, rubbing her cheek.
“That is the dumbest answer I’ve heard!” Uncle Bruce screamed. He turned to Hailey, squeezing her narrow shoulders, like he had done to Alyssa. “Hailey, don’t you lie to your father either!”
“Dad, please listen to us!”
“Absolutely not!” he roared. He let of Hailey’s shoulders. “I am now going to lock the study door, so that neither of you can get inside without my permission!”
“Uncle Bruce, I swear we—”
“Shut up, Alyssa!” Uncle Bruce rumbled. “You and Hailey are now grounded for two months!”
“No!” squeaked Alyssa.
“I’m sorry that you won’t be enjoying your birthday, Alyssa, but you should’ve thought of that before spray-painting Mrs. Hutchinson’s hair and lying to me!”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I didn’t do it?” squealed Hailey, stomping her foot.
“I don’t want to hear it anymore!” thundered Uncle Bruce. “I’m also giving you more work for homeschooling tomorrow!”
“Dad—”
“Go to your rooms and stay there until dinner!” yelped Uncle Bruce, pointing to the stairs.
Alyssa and Hailey obeyed him. Lugging their feet up the stairs, the two of them burst into tears once they reached the top. The worst of Alyssa’s worries had come true. All she wanted to do was prove Uncle Bruce wrong—but right now she couldn’t. Would the evidence of magic ever appear?
After entering her room, Alyssa threw herself onto her bed, sobbing in an uncontrollable manner as she curled up into a ball. Tears even streamed down to her quilt. It was all that mysterious person’s fault that the next two months would be spent in misery. She wanted to get out of this house. She wanted her godfather to arrange his legal guardianship as soon as possible, so that she could live with him.
Despite the fact that her godfather could be her legal guardian, the reason Alyssa had moved here was because her babysitter, at the time her parents had died, had babysat Hailey too. She’d actually convinced the police to let her take Alyssa to her aunt and uncle’s house to stay for the night. After she moved here, her aunt and uncle had become her legal guardians.
Because her godfather couldn’t go to her baptism when she was a baby, her church had arranged a private godparent ceremony for him and her. From then on, she and her godfather, Alex Kress, had a strong bond. He’d send her gifts during holidays and special occasions and take her on fun trips.
He’d moved from Ohio to New Jersey after becoming her godfather, so that he could be near her church. But shortly after she moved in with her aunt and uncle, he’d found a job in Ohio and moved back. However, he still called and emailed Alyssa every now and then.
All she wanted to do was talk to him. But right now she couldn’t. Calming down, her mind switched to thinking about Aunt Laura. She wished she and Hailey had never bought that chocolate box for Valentine’s Day three years ago.
When Alyssa and Hailey were in fourth and third grade, Aunt Laura