Chapter 3 - Good IntentionsTremayne carried my suitcase out to his car and looked at the small trunk. I packed everything I thought I would need. Plenty of changes of underwear and socks, because getting a chance to do laundry on the road would come next to never. Plus, I still had no idea where we were heading.
“Not going to fit,” Tremayne said, standing at the open trunk of the Mustang. “Did you have to bring such a large suitcase?”
“It's the only one I have,” I said. My family always used it on our trips—for everyone.
“Wait,” Rick said, snapping his fingers. “You need magic to fit that in. I'll make it fit.” The suitcase floated off the ground and into the trunk of the car. It must have shrunk. I only hoped that everything inside hadn't shrunk, or I'll have nothing that fits. He had
