Off the Wall by P.J. Night

Let’s get a move on, girls,” Willow remarked as she passed.
    â€œWillow, where’s Daria?” Jane asked. Lucy moved closer to hear the answer.
    â€œDaria?” Willow asked. “Who’s that?”
    â€œOne of the girls we hung out with last night,” replied Lucy. “She has dark hair. Wasn’t too friendly. Her stuff was next to ours. But she’s nowhere to be found now.”
    Willow frowned and glanced at the clipboard she was carrying. “What was her last name?”
    â€œI—I don’t know,” Jane admitted. Lucy shrugged in agreement.
    â€œMaybe you didn’t catch her name right,” suggestedWillow. “Because no one named Daria signed up for this event. I bet the girl you think is Daria is already at breakfast.”
    Jane and Lucy glanced at each other. They were very confused, but they didn’t have any other option except to see if they could find Daria—or whatever her name was—in the dining hall.
    But even though Lucy and Jane paced through the dining hall three times looking for Daria, there was simply no sign of her.
    The girls were confused, but not panicking yet. “Does it really matter where Daria is?” asked Lucy. “Don’t you think she can take care of herself?”
    â€œI guess so,” Jane said unwillingly. “But I’d still like to know what happened to her. Maybe we should check the Egyptian wing?”
    Lucy’s eyes opened wide. “The Egyptian wing! Why on Earth?”
    â€œBecause—because—Lucy, I know this is going to sound strange, but I had a horrible nightmare after we got back to the Great Hall.” Quickly Jane described the dream, and the way she’d woken from it to see Daria leaving. “I don’t know why,” she finished, “but I feellike my dream had something to do with Daria. I can’t explain it. And since I dreamed about mummies, we need to look at the mummies. And that means checking out the sarcophaguses—I mean sarcophagi.”
    â€œAll right,” said Lucy. “But let’s hurry, before people start to notice that we’re missing too.”

    When the girls got there, the sarcophagi in the middle row of the room were lined up as still and silent as ever. But both Jane and Lucy knew where they needed to go. They found the hidden corridor again, and peered to the end of the hallway. The sarcophagus that had been open last night was now closed shut. They hadn’t been able to see the painting on the lid the night before with the way the lid had been angled, but now, even though the painting on the lid’s surface was highly stylized, they both thought the same thing: The face kind of looked familiar.
    Jane’s heart was pounding hard enough to wake the dead as she and Lucy crept toward the end of the hallway. The night before, the card next to the sarcophagus had been missing. Now she could see that it was back.When she and Lucy got close enough, they silently read the card together.
    â€œThis sarcophagus, found in the Valley of the Kings, contains the mummy of an unknown princess. Her tomb contained few clues about her background. Judging by her size, however, she was probably ten to thirteen years old when she died. A small mummified cat—perhaps a pet—was entombed along with her. The hand hieroglyphic seen in various places on her sarcophagus probably stands for something resembling our modern letter D . It’s quite possible that the princess’s name started with the D sound.”
    Daria. It had to be.
    â€œSo the rumor was true,” Jane said quietly.
    Lucy nodded. “A mummy was haunting the museum.”
    A mummy who had pretended to be a mummy to play a trick on them.
    â€œI wonder if she comes out a lot,” said Jane. “Maybe she’s lonely in there.”
    Lucy snorted. “She didn’t act lonely. She acted snotty.”
    â€œWell, if she’s a princess,