Glimpse
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 hadn’t been so traumatized.
    Mrs. Farnsworthy glanced at the floor to her right, then left, then slapped a nearby desk. “All right, all right,” she said. “There are obviously no r—”
    â€œThere’s one!” Colin yelled, pointing somewhere beside Mrs. Farnsworthy.
    You wouldn’t 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.
    â€œClass!” she bellowed. “As we seem to have a… rodent… problem”—a visible shiver rolled up her spine—“you’re all to go to the library, understand? Read chapters ten and twelve.”
    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.
    â€œOut!” she bawled. “Now!”

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 didn’t know any better, I’d say some of them looked impressed. But that was impossible. I’d caused the biggest scene ever. A few months back, Seth Brookfield, a kid from my algebra class, fell asleep and woke up calling for “Mommy.” 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t get out of there fast enough. “You gonna tell me what happened in there?” Colin asked as students spilled out of the library and made for their lockers.
    I wondered if I could play dumb. “What do you mean?”
    â€œC’mon, Dean,” Colin prodded. “You look like you’ve been clobbered by the girls’ field hockey team, and you were screaming like you just saw your mom naked.”
    â€œArgh! Why do you always have to use such disgusting analogies?”
    â€œBecause I know that if I say something like that, the image will automatically jump into your head.” Colin laughed. “You just thought about your own mom naked!”
    â€œYou’re really disturbed, you know that?”
    â€œWell, it sounded like you were the one disturbed. C’mon, spill already. It’s 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.” He laughed and then got serious again. “But you
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