bench.
Iâd lost today. Score one round for the Fate Master.
No way I could break the pattern today. I was a loser today.
But I wasnât finished. I could still win.
If I had time â¦
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âGive the skull to Stretch,â Hannah pleaded. âMaybe the Fate Master will go easy on us.â
It was the next day. We were huddled at the back of the lunchroom. I could see Stretch laughing and kidding around with his friends at a table near the front. The Squires had won the game by two points, and Stretch had been a hero.
âI canât do it,â I said, shaking my head. âBesides, you heard what the Fate Master said. He doesnât make deals. It wonât help to pass it to Stretch.â
Hannah let out a sigh. She had her head buried in her hands. âThen what are we going to do?â
âIâll find a way to defeat him,â I said. I bit into my ham sandwich. âHeyâ!â I felt something hard.
âOh no,â I moaned. I spit out a tooth.
In a panic I moved my tongue around the inside of my mouth. âMy teeth,â I groaned. âTheyâre all loose. Iâm going to lose all my teeth.â
Hannah didnât lift her head. She whispered something, too low for me to hear.
âIâve got to go,â I said, jumping up. âI have some ideas, Hannah. Donât give up hope. I have some ideas.â
I ran past Stretchâs table, where the guys were laughing and blowing straw wrappers at each other. Stretch called out to me, but I didnât stop.
I made my way to the computer lab. The door was closed. I pulled it open and burst breathlessly into the brightly lit room.
âMrs. Coffey? Mrs. Coffey? Itâs meâLuke!â
I felt another tooth swing loose in my mouth. I gritted my teeth, trying to press it down into place.
A chubby young man Iâd never seen before came out of the supply room. He had short black hair on top of a round, pudgy face, and bright red cheeks. He looked like an apple with eyes! He wore a red plaid shirt over black denims.
âIs Mrs. Coffey here?â I demanded. âI need to talk to her.â
He set down the disk drive he was carrying. âSheâs gone,â he said.
âYou mean she went to lunch?â I asked.
He shook his round head. âNo. She left school. She got another job.â
âIâI know,â I stammered. âBut I thoughtââ
âIâm Ron Handleman,â he said. âIâm taking over the computer lab. Do you have a class with me?â
âUh ⦠no,â I said. âBut I have a project I was supposed to show Mrs. Coffey. She was going to send it to someone who might put it in a show. Itâs computer animation, you see. Iâve been working on it for two years and ⦠and â¦â In my panic the words poured out of me. I had to stop to take a breath.
âSlow down,â Mr. Handleman said. âShe probably left me a note about it. She left me a stack of notes.â He glanced around the cluttered worktable. âI put them somewhere.â
How could Mrs. Coffey leave without seeing my project? I asked myself. How could she do that to me?
Didnât she realize how important it was? This could be my big triumph. If my computer animation is accepted for a showâbecause of my hard work, only because of my skill and hard workâit would break the pattern. It might defeat the Fate Master.
Didnât she r ealize ?
âUh ⦠can you look at my computer animation?â I asked.
Mr. Handlemanâs cheeks grew redder. âWhen?â
âTonight?â I asked, my heart pounding.
âWell ⦠I donât think so,â he replied. âNot tonight. I mean, this is my first day. I have so much to do here. Maybe next week ⦠â
âNo!â I screamed. âYou have to look at it! Please! Itâs very important!â
âIâd love to see it,â he
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