Hand of Fate

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Hand of Fate by Dotti Enderle

A car accident prevents Anne from going to cheerleader camp and possibly winning the Cheerleader of the Year Award. This odd twist of events provokes the Fortune Tellers Club to explore the cause of the accident.

Using astrology and other fortune telling techniques, the girls discover a strange connection between Anne and a woman she's never met. As the club gradually unravels the tangled web of fate, Anne learns shocking news about herself. Anne can't help asking if fate forced her to miss cheerleading camp. And, if so, why?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780738703909
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
Publication date: 05/01/2004
Series: Fortune Tellers Club Series , #5
Pages: 144
Product dimensions: 5.26(w) x 7.72(h) x 0.40(d)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Dotti Enderle is the author of the childrens mystery series, Fortune Tellers Club, and the educational series, Storytime Discoveries. She began her publishing career in 1995, writing for popular childrens magazines. Her work has been included in Babybug, Ladybug, Childrens Playmate, Nature Friend, Turtle and many more.

As a professional storyteller, Dotti has entertained at numerous schools, libraries, museums and festivals since 1993. She takes pride in her vast collection of original stories and folktales, and specializes in participation stories, allowing the audience to join in the fun.

Dotti is a member of The Society of Childrens Book Writers & Illustrator and the Texas Reading Association.
A native Texan, Dotti lived throughout Texas as a small child, but Houston has been her home since the age of eight. She lives with her husband, two teenage daughters, and a lazy cat named Oliver.

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Cheerleader of the Year. Anne could visualize the beautiful trophy. The weight and feel of it. The applause during the ceremony. It was hers,
no doubt. She stood near the street corner, gazing down the road at the line of cars. The roaring of engines was a reminder of her excitement. Her motor raced too. She turned to Beth Wilson,
standing next to her. "What time is it now?"
"Two minutes since the last time you asked.
Relax. We're early. And besides, my sister is never late for anything. Especially this."
As another minute passed, Anne's stomach tied itself into a few more knots. She couldn't wait to get to the weekend cheer camp. This was the weekend they'd announce Avery Cheerleader of the
Year, and Anne was going to be the school's only seventh grader to ever take home that award. She was sure of it. Of course, the hints from the other girls on the team assured her even more.
She looked at her watch. "It's 4:37."
Beth giggled. "Jill has been a cheer counselor for two years now. She's not going to be late.
She said she'd pick us up at 4:45, remember? I
can't believe you're making such a big deal over this Cheerleader of the Year thing." Her tone reeked of jealousy.
Anne bounced in place, antsy and anxious.
Why couldn't Jill be early this time? Anne wanted to get to camp and get this fantastic weekend started. But what if Beth and her sister had devised a plot to keep her from going? That would certainly give Beth a better chance to win the award. That was silly, thinking like that. She had to get a hold of herself and stop worrying.
"There she is," Beth said, pointing across the highway. Jill sat three cars back at the intersection,
waiting for the light to turn green. "Jill!"
Beth yelled, waving her arms and running several yards away to get Jill's attention.
Anne felt a lift of relief. She crossed her arms and swayed back and forth, full of energy. She wished they could just run across the street, hop into Jill's car, and finally be on their way. But for safety's sake, she stayed well back from the road.
Traffic had slowed to a crawl as a long train of cars crept by with their headlights on. Anne watched as a cop zoomed around them, the sun glinting off the polished chrome of his motorcycle.
He motioned the cars to continue on through the red light. That's when Anne realized that it was a funeral procession. A slow . . .
turtle-crawling . . . snail-inching . . . funeral procession.
Jill was caught on the other side. Darn!
It could be another fifteen minutes or more before she crossed the intersection.
Anne figured whoever had died must have been one popular fellow. The headlights stretched as far into the distance as she could see. Come on,
come on! Do they have to drive so slow? The light changed again, and she looked down at her watch. 4:42. Check-in time at the camp was
7:00, and it would take at least two hours to get there. She stood, bouncing up and down on her toes, as though that would get the traffic moving more quickly. Counting cars didn't help either.
The light changed again.
Beth stood some distance away making hand signals to her sister. Anne wished they'd waited across the street to begin with. That would have made things much easier, but there was no pavement on the other side.
A pale blue car rolled slowly to the red light and proceeded through. Anne turned toward
Beth, who was still smiling and yakking in some weird sign language. At least Beth was smiling.
Anne refused to smile until she was on her way.
And she was saving her biggest smile for the
Cheerleader of the Year ceremony.
As Anne turned back, she saw a white pickup truck approaching from the other direction. The man looked as though he had no intention of slowing down. The traffic light was green on his side, after all. Anne didn't see the motorcycle cop anywhere around. The pickup raced faster, the man obviously in as big a hurry as she was. He must have been concentrating on the green light rather than the traffic. The blue car was still proceeding through when the pickup crashed into it,
creating a horrific sound of crunching metal and breaking glass. The pickup bounced off the car,
flew backward, and was rolling . . . rolling . . .
right toward Anne!
She dove out of the way, feeling the wind from the pickup sweep by her. Dirt and debris rolled with it. She hit the pavement hard, wondering for a moment if she'd been struck by the truck.
Anne cowered briefly, shielding her head. The vehicle had just missed her, but only by inches.
She lay on the ground, her head buried. She peeked up to see a panicked crowd of people hitting their brakes, hopping out of cars, and hurrying to help the drivers and passengers. Beth's unnecessary screams were the loudest.
A woman and a teenage boy rushed over to
Anne. "Are you hurt?" the lady asked.
Anne recognized the boy-Troy Messina. He and Anne had been in school together since second grade, and he'd made it obvious ever since then that he had a major crush on her.
Anne felt like she'd been knocked down. She sat up and examined a large scrape on her elbow. Other than some dirt in her left eye, she felt okay. "I'm all right."
She'd fallen on her right side, which had taken the worst of it. Her Avery Wildcat t-shirt looked like it had been used to clean a gutter. And her arm and leg were both covered in black grime.
"Well, okay then," said Mrs. Messina, her face looking unsure. "Come on, Troy. Let's see if anyone needs some assistance." She hurried away to the crowd gathered at the pickup. Troy hesitated.
"Let me help you up, Anne." He fidgeted a little,
then extended his hand.
Beth knelt down next to Anne. "I'll take care of her."
Troy scratched his head. He looked like he wanted to speak, but the words were trapped in his throat. He nodded, and jogged away to where his mother stood.
"Were you hit?" Beth asked, her voice trembling.
Anne noticed the tears streaking her face.
She shook her head no.
Beth let out a huge sigh. "You just sit and rest a moment, Anne. The good news is that traffic is stopped. Jill can cross over now."
Anne laughed at that. "Good news? Traffic will be stopped here forever."
She felt some relief when she looked over her shoulder and saw some people helping the man in the pickup. He came out with barely a scratch.
The people in the blue car seemed fine too.
Beth nudged Anne. "We could walk over to
Jill's car. I bet she can turn around and find a different route."
"All right," she said to Beth. "Unless they need me here as a witness or something."
Beth jerked her head up as though scanning the crowd. "I'd say they have plenty of witnesses!"
She pulled Anne's arm to get her on her feet.
Anne tried to stand, but the moment she put her weight on her left foot, a hot flame of pain shot through her calf. "Ow!" She collapsed.
"What is it?" Beth asked, looking her over.
"I don't know." She tried to stand again, but it was like someone held a lit match to her leg.
"Come on. We need to hurry."
Anne tried again. The searing pain pierced her.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Anne said, suddenly feeling panicked. "I can't stand up!"

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Crash! . . . 1
Chapter 2 Who’s in Control? . . . 9
Chapter 3 Hand of Fate . . . 17
Chapter 4 Fate Happens . . . 25
Chapter 5 Looking for Answers . . . 33
Chapter 6 The Why Factor . . . 41
Chapter 7 The Séance . . . 49
Chapter 8 Fate’s Door . . . 61
Chapter 9 Alice’s Wonderland . . . 71
Chapter 10 It’s in the Stars . . . 83
Chapter 11 Living a Lie . . . 91
Chapter 12 Fate Revealed . . . 99
Chapter 13 Visiting the Past . . . 105
Chapter 14 The Missing Puzzle Piece . . . 113

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