Frida whipped her head around, looking at the soccer stands. “Mrs. Burke, yoo-hoo, it’s me, Frida!” she called out before racing toward my mom, who was standing there with my dad and little sister, Maisie. They were all wearing Kicks-blue T-shirts to show their support.

“Okay, Lucky Charms,” Jessi said as we watched Frida in an earnest conversation with my mom. “I’m going to start booking time with you. I have a killer algebra test on Monday.”

“Ooh, can I have a lock of your hair? If I carry it around in my pocket, maybe it will bring me luck too?” Emma teased.

I threw my hands up in the air. “Come on, you all know what it’s like when Frida gets an idea in her head. The best thing to do is just go along until she tires herself out.”

“I think you’re the one who is going to need the good luck,” Zoe joked.

I wasn’t worried. How bad could tagging along on one commercial audition be, anyway? It wasn’t like anyone was going to be paying attention to me or anything.

Chapter Two

“So what’s the commercial for?” I asked Frida in between mouthfuls of pizza. Zoe, Emma, Frida, and I were hanging out at Jessi’s house after the game. She has this really nice screened-in back patio, so we could enjoy the breeze without fighting the bugs for our pizza. Besides, Jessi claims that her new bedroom is too small to fit all of us. She’s an only child, but that’s about to change. Her mom is pregnant and expecting Jessi’s baby brother or sister soon, so she had to give up her bedroom for the nursery.

“It’s a totally fun new app,” Frida said as she pulled her phone from the messenger bag that was slung across her shoulder. “It’s called Flash Fortune, and it predicts your future. It works like this.”

Frida held her phone up so we could all see it. A spinning disk filled with bright colors appeared on the screen, and then it stopped.

CHOOSE A COLOR flashed above it, and Frida tapped on the red portion of the disk. It started spinning again, and Frida was given the choice to pick another color. She did this five more times, and then the disk stopped, grew larger, and flashed the colors Frida had chosen in sequence, slowly at first, then faster and faster. As it did this, it said, “Fortune being calculated.”

“I’m getting dizzy,” Emma said, her eyes wide as she stared at the flashing lights on Frida’s phone.

“It’s almost done,” Frida promised. With that, the lights stopped and the screen went dark before filling with stars. A button popped up that said, Click here for your fortune.

Frida clicked, and she read out loud what it said.