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itpig flu? It’s really the fault of those fancy-name-using newscasters.”
    “I think you need help,” Lulu said to Theo, “and I don’t mean that in a kind or caring way.”
    “Yes, well, he certainly isn’t the only one, now, is he?” Mrs. Wellington snapped. “And what is this abomination of posture?
     Why, it’s as if evolution never happened!”
    The contestants immediately threw their shoulders back and sat straight as boards.
    “Good,” Mrs. Wellington said coolly. “Now that we have clarified the fact that you all
need
to be here, there is something I must ask you. Have any of you been careless and babbled to an outsider about our institution,
     inadvertently inspiring them to come and steal from me? Perhaps you remember speaking with a bald person desperately in need
     of some hair?”
    Madeleine slowly raised her hand. “I am absolutely certain, that is, positively one hundred percent sure, that I did not speak
     to anyone regarding School of Fear. I told everyone that I spent the summer at a United Nations debate camp in New York.”
    Mrs. Wellington nodded, then turned toward Lulu.
    “What!” Lulu said defensively in response to Mrs. Wellington’s stare. “I told everyone I was in a juvenile detention center.”
    “A painfully plausible story,” Mrs. Wellington said as she looked to Garrison.
    “I didn’t say anything. And as far as everyone in Florida is concerned, I was at surf camp in Hawaii last summer.”
    “And you, Chubby?” Mrs. Wellington said with a heavy dollop of doubt.
    “It’s in the vault, a place no one can access, not even me. Well, that’s not entirely true, because it’s
my
vault, but you know what I mean.”
    “No, Chubby, I’m afraid I don’t,” Mrs. Wellington said with darkening lips. “Please explain.”
    “Well, I had been planning on telling everyone I was on an archeological dig or at space camp or interning at the White House.
     Something really exciting, because that’s what people have come to expect from me,” Theo said haughtily. “But my derelict
     brother, whom I may add Lulu was instantly taken with, decided to tell everyone I was at fat camp instead.”
    “A most believable story. Please commend your derelictbrother on my behalf,” Mrs. Wellington said before rubbing her chin and furrowing her brow.
    “Mrs. Wellington, a bit ago you mentioned Munchauser sending updates. Does this mean you finally receive post?” Madeleine
     asked excitedly.
    “No, Miss Madeleine,” Schmidty explained from the side of the room, “I’m afraid it’s far more rudimentary than receiving mail.
     Munchauser calls a local boy with updates, which the boy then transcribes on a piece of paper before riding his bike to the
     base of Summerstone and dropping it in the letterbox. I then reel the box up using a dumbwaiter.”
    “That sounds
really simple;
I’m totally ditching my cell phone when I get home,” Lulu said sarcastically. “Maybe I’ll even look into getting a carrier
     pigeon.”
    “I feel the need to go on the record as saying that pigeons are not very clean, and I’m not just talking about bird flu, which,
     on an aside, is not as I previously thought, a bird with a runny nose and a cough. Pigeons have been known to carry everything
     from cryptococcosis to bedbugs,” Theo said authoritatively as his stomach grumbled loudly. “I’m starving. When’s lunch?”
    “It’s eleven AM , Theo,” Lulu said, rolling her eyes.
    “I hardly ate any breakfast. I’m trying to work on my portion control. But do you realize how small an actual portion of cereal
     is? It’s, like, four cornflakes and half a raisin. Fine, a whole raisin. But that’s not enough for a growing man!”
    “Chubby, not to worry. We will have a proper lunch when the new contestant arrives,” Mrs. Wellington announced casually.



CHAPTER 6
EVERYONE’S AFRAID OF SOMETHING:
Isolophobia is the fear of being alone.

    I
think I’m going to cry today, because I am going away!