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repeated.
    “Caesar who?” Manny asked.
    Katie had no idea. “Um ... Caesar ... Caesar ... uh ... Caesar salad.” she blurted out finally.

    Everyone began laughing again.
    Katie thought she was going to cry.
    “I think you mean Julius Caesar,” Suzanne told her. “He was a famous Roman general. Everyone knows that.”
    Not everyone , Katie thought miserably.
    Suzanne started to giggle again. Soon everyone else was laughing, too.
    Katie couldn’t take it anymore. She ran out of the classroom in tears.
    As she raced down the empty hallway, Katie could hear the kids in room 3A making fun of Becky’s speech. She could also hear Mrs. Derkman ordering her to come back.
    But Katie wasn’t going back into that room.
    At least not as long as she was Becky Stern.

Chapter 9
    Katie ran into the bathroom to wash her face. She couldn’t let anyone see her with blotchy skin and red eyes. It was bad enough that she’d ruined Becky’s report. She couldn’t let everyone think she was a big crybaby, too.
    Katie turned on the cold water and put her hands under the faucet. Right away, she felt a draft blowing on her neck.
    Katie looked over at the bathroom windows. They were locked tightly. And the door hadn’t opened since Katie had walked into the room. Quickly Katie bent down and peered under the two bathroom stalls. There was no one in either one.
    Katie was all alone in the girls bathroom.
    The magic wind only came when Katie was alone.
    Katie grabbed on to the and held on tightly. She knew what was coming next. That breeze was about to become a tornado!
    Sure enough, within seconds, wild winds began to swirl all around Katie. This time, the wind was bitter and cold. Katie could feel goosebumps popping up all over her body as the gusts churned around her.
    And then it was all over. Just like that. The air was still, and the bathroom was warm again.
    Nervously, Katie looked into the bathroom mirror. Her own face stared back at her. She could see her own red hair and the freckles across her nose. Katie Kazoo was back!
    And so was Becky. In fact, she was standing right next to Katie, wearing a crooked wig and a ripped white dress, looking confused.
    “How did I get in here?” she asked Katie.
    “Don’t you remember?” Katie replied.
    “Well, sort of. I think I was giving my report, but I’m not sure. It’s all kind of fuzzy.”
    Katie gulped. How was she going to explain this? She couldn’t just come out and say that she had turned into Becky and given her report for her. Becky would never believe her. Katie wouldn’t have believed it, either—if it hadn’t happened to her.
    “My report was a real mess,” Becky moaned. “I’m not sure what happened. It’s like it was me up there in front of everyone, but it wasn’t me. You know what I mean?”
    Katie definitely knew what she meant—better than anyone. “Maybe Mrs. Derkman will let you try again,” Katie suggested.
    “Do you really think so?” Becky asked.
    Katie wasn’t sure if Mrs. Derkman would give Becky another chance, but it was worth a try. “You’re new,” Katie told her. “Tell her you got nervous.”
    “I was kind of nervous, waiting for my turn,” Becky recalled.
    “And maybe you should volunteer to do a different topic,” Katie continued. “Then you’re doing extra work.”
    Becky made a face. “Why would I want to do that? I did so much work on my report.”
    “Yeah, but you already ...”
    Katie was about to say that Becky had already messed up her Cleopatra report, but that wasn’t true. Katie had messed it up for her. So instead she said, “Mrs. Derkman likes when kids do extra work. And you want Mrs. Derkman to like you. It’s horrible when she’s mad at you. Just ask George. She’s always angry with him.”
    “I guess,” Becky said thoughtfully. “What topic should I pick?”
    “I don’t know. Something you’re interested in.” She stopped for a minute. “You weren’t really all that into Cleopatra, were