âItâs ⦠uh.â
âSort of a scavenger hunt, thatâs all,â Laurie said, not meeting Budâs eye. âNo big deal.â
âOoh, I love scavenger hunts!â Mistiâs eyes brightened. âIs that your âthingâ? Can I help?â
âWell, sure, I guessââ Bud started, but Laurie kicked him under the table.
âWeâre not supposed to have any help,â she said. âBut maybe if we get really stuck?â
Misti looked disappointed. âI guess that makes sense. Thatâs cool, though. What class is that for? I wish I had your teacher.â
Bud looked panicked. âItâs for ⦠uh â¦â
âHey, so chorus, huh?â Laurie cut him off. âYou guys are going to be pretty busy, right?â
Misti perked back up. She immediately started in on an analysis of Miss Downey, of first tenor Sam Silver and his weird unidentifiable odors, and of the woeful pitch issues of Hannah Stoller. The scavenger hunt didnât come up again.
When the warning bell rang, Laurie elbowed Bud in the ribs. âItâs in the bell tower. Itâs got to be,â she whispered.
Bud nodded. âI know.â
PART FOUR
STORMING THE TOWER
Laurie was doing the silent reading assignment in Mr. Robinsonâs class when she heard the door open. She probably wouldnât have even looked up if Bud hadnât done the audible gasping-so-hard-that-you-almost-choke-on-your-own-spit thing. And what she saw made her feel sick to her stomach.
Mr. Sanchez was standing at the front of the room, talking with Mr. Robinson. Which was bad, sure, but not bad enough to make Laurie want to feign a serious and fatal illness. But Mr. Sanchez was smiling and looking right at her while he talked. Laurie and Bud exchanged worried glances. This could not be good.
Laurie knew she needed to act fast. She did a quick mental inventory.
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DEPLOYING THE GET-OUT-OF-CLASS SECRET WEAPON: Pros and Cons
by Laurie Madison, grade six
SECRET WEAPON, also known as the ever-popular Vomiting on Cue.
PROS: Chance of success: very good.
CONS: New nicknameâPukey Girl.
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âGood news, class,â Mr. Robinson said, clapping his hands together. He smiled that teacher smile that always means lots of extra work. Laurie eyed the door. It was too far away to make a run for it. âIf you could give me your attention for a moment.â
Mr. Robinson caught Laurieâs eye and gave her an extra-big smile. Laurie stifled a groan. This was so not good.
âMr. Sanchez here tells me that thereâs been particular interest this year in starting a Romantic English poetsâ club. That would be poets like Byron, Keats, Shelley. It sounds like an exciting idea, and we have our very own Laurie Madison to thank for it. Stand up, Laurie.â
Standing up was the last thing in the world Laurie wanted to do. But apparently her legs werenât about to cross Mr. Robinson. Before she knew it, she was on her feet, swaying uncertainly. Mariah Jeffries in the second row shot her a nasty look. Mariah was not a poetry fan.
âNow if youâre interested in joining this exciting club, the sign-up sheet is outside Mr. Sanchezâs room, and as the club founder, Laurie can tell you all about it, so go to her with any questions or ideas. And in honor of the club, weâll be starting a new segment on the poets next week. Thank you, Laurie. Would you like to say anything about the club?â Mr. Robinson nodded at Laurie encouragingly.
âIâm going to be sick,â Laurie muttered under her breath. Apparently her vocal cords were a little less obedient to Mr. Robinson.
âSpeak up, Laurie,â Mr. Robinson said.
Laurieâs nerve failed her. She couldnât face going through the next few years as Pukey Girl Madison. âKeats is great,â she said without enthusiasm. âGreat club. Loads of fun.â
She dropped back into her seat.
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