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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Chapter One
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Chapter Two
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Chapter Three
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Chapter Four
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Fourteen
  22. Chapter Five
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Chapter Six
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Chapter Seven
  30. Twenty
  31. Twenty-One
  32. Twenty-Two
  33. Chapter Eight
  34. Twenty-Three
  35. Twenty-Four
  36. Twenty-Five
  37. Chapter Nine
  38. Twenty-Six
  39. Twenty-Seven
  40. Chapter Ten
  41. Twenty-Eight
  42. Twenty-Nine
  43. Thirty
  44. Thirty-One
  45. Chapter Eleven
  46. Thirty-Two
  47. Thirty-Three
  48. Thirty-Four
  49. Thirty-Five
  50. Chapter Twelve
  51. Thirty-Six
  52. Thirty-Seven
  53. Thirty-Eight
  54. Chapter Thirteen
  55. Thirty-Nine
  56. Forty
  57. Forty-One
  58. Forty-Two
  59. Chapter Fourteen
  60. Forty-Three
  61. Forty-Four
  62. Forty-Five
  63. Forty-Six
  64. Forty-Seven
  65. Chapter Fifteen
  66. The Following Summer
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

Ali wanted to ask her mother what she was going to say, but she could tell from Digger’s red face that it was a bad idea to ask that question right now.

It was Gigi who changed the subject. “With the three of us helping her, Ali will be the most talented Copycat of all.”

Her mother leaned in to Ali and kissed her hair. “You’re right, Gigi. Let’s order some pizza and then get started. We’ll make it a celebration! You know what Maya says: ‘If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.’ This will be awesome, sweetie.”

Pizza was ordered with extra pepperoni—Ali’s favorite—and the dinner conversation was animated and jolly. It would have been fun, except for one thing: it felt like they were pretending to be happy to make Ali feel normal. But she wasn’t normal.

Gigi raised her glass. “A toast to Ali! Welcome to the world of Copycats! Time to train!”

Ali clinked everyone’s glass and prayed she was a better Copycat than she was a debater.

Sixteen

Even though the thermostat in Gigi’s bedroom was set to a balmy eighty-five, Ali couldn’t stop shivering. She had no idea what was about to happen. What if she couldn’t change again? Or worse . . . what if she shouldn’t stop changing?

Gigi sat on her bed with her back resting against the headboard. Ali was stationed at the opposite end. Ali’s mother was downstairs cleaning up the kitchen and would join them soon. Meanwhile, Digger paced. Several minutes passed before he paused and spoke to Ali.

“You get to choose who or what you turn into tonight. When I was learning how to use my powers, I liked to pretend I was someone famous.”

Gigi chuckled. “It was odd, walking into a room and finding Abraham Lincoln sprawled on the couch watching cartoons. Of course, it was odder still when Abraham Lincoln spoke and sounded like Digger.”

“You can’t mimic someone unless you know what they sound like,” Digger explained. “I don’t know what Lincoln sounds like.”

The story would be funny if Ali wasn’t so nervous. She weighed her Copycat options. If she turned into a dog, it would seem like she was copying Digger. A squirrel was out of the question. She considered Walter Pidgeon but didn’t want Gigi making gooey eyes at her. There were so many choices it was impossible to decide.

“I don’t know what to change into,” she confessed.

Gigi nodded, as if this was to be expected. “Turn into me. No one’s ever turned into me before. It’ll be fun.” She settled against her pillows and waited.

Ali turned to Digger. “What do I do?”

“Concentrate on her features, imagine yourself becoming her,” said Digger.