sentence. Reggie was the biggest baby in our grade. A few months ago someone had bumped into a light switch by mistake, and when the lights flicked back on three and a half seconds later, we found Reggie hiding under his desk. This time he sprinted to the back of the room and started hyperventilating.
He started a chain reaction. The gasps turned to shrieks as the other kids, particularly the girls, started seeing imaginary rats all over the place. Some even resorted to standing on their chairs. I would have laughed if I hadnât been so traumatized.
Mrs. Farnsworthy glanced at the floor to her right, then left, then slapped a nearby desk. âAll right, all right,â she said. âThere are obviously no rââ
âThereâs one!â Colin yelled, pointing somewhere beside Mrs. Farnsworthy.
You wouldnât have thought anyone could move so fast or jump so high, but I blinked and she was on her desk, half crouched, peering over the edge at the floor below with a ballpoint pen clutched in her hand like a dagger. I heard wood crack when she stomped a foot on the desk to bring the class under control.
âClass!â she bellowed. âAs we seem to have a⦠rodent⦠problemââa visible shiver rolled up her spineââyouâre all to go to the library, understand? Read chapters ten and twelve.â
Just then, Jessica Barnes, seated just a couple rows in front of Mrs. Farnsworthy, shrieked, swatting frantically at something that had apparently attached itself to her leg about mid-calf. She leaped onto her desk only to shriek again. Mrs. Farnsworthy jumped in reaction, nearly falling off her desk in the process, and I swore I could hear the wood groaning in protest.
âOut!â she bawled. âNow!â
Chapter 6
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No one spoke to me in the library, not even Colin, though he kept opening his mouth like he was about to say something. I could understand his confusion: he was the one who played pranks on teachers and students, not me.
The rest of the class kept whispering and nodding in my direction. If I didnât know any better, Iâd say some of them looked impressed. But that was impossible. Iâd caused the biggest scene ever. A few months back, Seth Brookfield, a kid from my algebra class, fell asleep and woke up calling for âMommy.â People still teased him about that, and my outburst was way worse. No, this was going to be bad. I was pretty sure I had set myself up for several weeks of relentless teasing. What will it be? I wondered. Rat Boy? Rodent Kid? Screamy McScreamerson? Okay, that last one probably wasnât going to stick.
But I had bigger things to worry about. I was still reeling from that hallucination. Something was very, very wrong with me. I even considered calling my dad and telling him to arrange a visit to the shrink.
When the bell for break finally rang, I couldnât get out of there fast enough. âYou gonna tell me what happened in there?â Colin asked as students spilled out of the library and made for their lockers.
I wondered if I could play dumb. âWhat do you mean?â
âCâmon, Dean,â Colin prodded. âYou look like youâve been clobbered by the girlsâ field hockey team, and you were screaming like you just saw your mom naked.â
âArgh! Why do you always have to use such disgusting analogies?â
âBecause I know that if I say something like that, the image will automatically jump into your head.â Colin laughed. âYou just thought about your own mom naked!â
âYouâre really disturbed, you know that?â
âWell, it sounded like you were the one disturbed. Câmon, spill already. Itâs not like you to make a scene. I mean, it was a genius way to get out of class early, and you had at least half the class fooled for a bit. Especially Mrs. Farnsworthy.â He laughed and then got serious again. âBut you