Camera- Reversed

I ran home. Up to my room. I felt crazy. Dizzy. As if I were floating two feet off the ground. My whole body tingled.
I left the photos from the camera spread out on my desk. I lurched across the room and grabbed them.
Reena’s picture was on top. I raised it close and squinted hard at it.
No red-eye. The red glow had disappeared from the photo.
Karla’s picture had changed, too. It showed her jumping off the floor to shoot a layup.
“Yes!” I cried, pumping a fist in the air.
“Yes!”
I dropped her photo and gazed at the one with Becka and Greta. Their skin was normal — not green! And in the last photo, my brother, Sammy, had his normal face. No yellow, spiky bee hair covering his face!
I did a little dance around my room. I pumped my fists in the air some more.
Had I really defeated the camera?
I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Mom at the hospital. “How is Sammy?” I asked.
I knew what Mom would say: “Sammy is fine. All that weird yellow hair suddenly fell out. Becka and Greta are back to normal, too. Your dad and I are bringing Sammy home.”
I knew it. I knew it!
The photo showed me falling headfirst to my death. But I kept it from coming true. And that broke the camera’s magic.
And because I broke its magic, every horrible thing the camera did was reversed.

Chapter 22