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gone to a really bad school. But it’s not their fault.”
    “Sissy...” said Ace again.
    Sissy sighed. Wiglaf and the others watched as she spread her wings and took to the skies. She did a quadruple somersault loop-the-loop triple lutz with a half-twist jackknife backflip double-axel skydive. Then she did some really hard stuff. She landed lightly on her hind legs.
    “Awesome!” breathed Erica.
    “Students, do some sprints to warm up for the fifty-yard sky dash,” Ace said. “I want a word with the new students.”
    Wiglaf’s crest began blinking in alarm. Did Ace suspect that they weren’t real dragons?
    But Ace’s attention had turned to the castle. Madam Dragonova was lumbering down the steps to the yard. Drigon lurched at her side, as did a large orange dragon. This one was carrying lots of lumpy packs. Behind them, dragon students and teachers poured out the castle door.
    “Mr. Lizzard!” Madam Dragonova called to the flying teacher. “Classes are cancelled for the rest of the morning. We’ve got a situation!”
    Wiglaf’s heart was thumping in time with his flashing crest. Had they been found out?
    Madam Dragonova pointed to Wiglaf, Angus, and Erica. “New slackers, up against the castle wall, pronto!” she shouted.
    Wiglaf felt dizzy with fear as he, Erica, and Angus backed up against the high stone wall. Was the big orange dragon an executioner? Were they about to be offed by dragon firing squad?
    “They know!” Wiglaf whispered.
    “We’re doomed!” whimpered Angus.
    “Wiggie!” said Erica. “Call Zelnoc!”

Chapter 8
    W iglaf started chanting: “Conlez! Con—”
    “Blinker!” shouted Madam Dragonova. “Shut your trap!”
    Wiglaf stopped mid-chant.
    “The rest of you, line up over there!” Madam Dragonova pointed and waved. “Go on! Shortest in the front. Tall ones next. Teachers, in the back row. You know the drill.”
    What was going on? The entire school was now standing with their backs to the wall.
    “This is Mr. Sketcher,” Madam Dragonova said, with a nod toward the orange dragon. “He got confused and came a day early for School Picture Day, but we’re just going with it.”
    Relief flooded through Wiglaf. It was only a group shot for School Picture Day!
    “Mr. Sketcher draws fast,” Madam went on. “But you’ll have to hold still or you won’t be in the picture. Say moat weed!” She sat down in a throne-like chair in the center of the group.
    The three brand-new dragons stood still and smiled with the rest of DSA. At last, Mr. Sketcher looked up from his drawing pad and said, “Done!”
    “Thank you, Mr. Sketcher,” Madam Dragonova said, rising. “Those of you whose parents bought the package with individual pictures, stay here. The rest of you, go to lunch.”
    “Oh, boy!” Angus raced into the castle, with Erica and Wiglaf right behind.
    When they reached the cafeteria, they discovered they were the only three who hadn’t stayed for individual pictures.
    “That was a close one,” said Angus, sitting down at the Class I table. “I thought they figured out that we’re faking it.”
    “I thought so, too, for a minute,” said Erica, reaching for the pepper. “But why would they? We do everything the other dragons do. We totally fit in.”
    Wiglaf made himself shovel in a mouthful of slimy weedghetti. All at once, he got a funny feeling that he was being watched. He looked up and nearly choked. Towering over their table were Madam Dragonova, Coach Blazer, Professor Scales, Earl von Flambe, and Ace Lizzard. The huge scaly teachers glared down at them.
    Wiglaf’s flashing crest made Angus and Erica look up, too.
    “Uh-oh,” said Angus.
    “I’ve just heard some interesting reports from your teachers, slackers,” Madam said. “Zoomer, Coach Blazer says you nearly burned up old Straw Guts. Blinky, I hear you don’t know the Sword Whip.”
    “Our old school was awful,” Angus said, shaking his head. “We never learned a thing.”
    “Vhat school