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maybe five minutes. Tops.
    When the big day finally arrived, Miss Honeywell was as dressed up as I’d ever seen her, in a silky yellow dress with a matching
     jacket. Maybe it was just the sun streaking in, but I swear she was glowing like an angel dropped from heaven -only in high
     heels and with a big hairdo.
    “Good morning, class,” she said. “Well, we’ve certainly got an exciting day ahead of us!”
    I’ll say.
It felt as if water balloons were sloshing around in my stomach all morning.
    “I have a bit of news,” Miss Honeywell said, sitting on the edge of her desk. She crossed her legs, with a shoe dangling off
     one foot. If I weren’t a nervous wreck I might’ve drooled. “I’m not exactly sure why the main office wanted to keep all the
     details hush-hush,” she said. “I mean, y’all were going to find out eventually. But that transfer student I told you about
     will not be joining our class next week, as expected.”
    The famous kid? No way.
    “He’s arriving today!” Miss Honeywell said, so excited that she kicked off her shoe.
    Who starts at a new school in April, anyway? Why bother? And what are the odds that he’d get here on Play Day, of all days?
    “I should explain that this young man is very - well, let’s say ‘special,’” she said, hopping down from the desk and stepping
     into her shoe. “Not to say that y’all aren’t special, because you know I think each one of you is finer than hair on a frog.
     But he’s special in - well, a very special way.”
    Huh?
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was drunk.
    “Now I want you to treat him just like you’d treat anybody else,” she said. “The last thing in the world we want to do is
     to make him feel uncomfortable.”
    Millicent Fleener raised her hand.
    “Yes, Millicent?”
    “Is he physically challenged? Like, in a wheelchair or something?”
    “No, he’s not,” Miss Honeywell said.
    Darlene Deluca’s hand went up, but she didn’t wait to get called on.
    “Is he from another country and doesn’t speak English?”
    “No.”
    Wally’s desk was right next to mine. His hand shot up next. “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” he said, bouncing up and down like his seat was
     on fire and he was putting it out with his rear end.
    “Yes?”
    “Is he, like, forty-five years old and just now coming back to school to finish his education?”
    The class groaned.
    “It’s possible,” Wally said. “Stuff like that happens all the time.”
    “It does not,” I whispered. “And I already told you he was somebody
famous!
“
    “So? You could be forty-five and famous.”
    “Y’all are getting carried away now,” Miss Honeywell said, fiddling with her charm bracelet. “You’ll find out, all in good
     time. Just remember to be yourselves. It’s no big deal.”
    She was right. It wasn’t a big deal - it was a gi-normous deal! When Reggie MacPherson transferred into our class, Miss Honeywell
     barely mentioned anything about it. She just made sure there was an empty desk ready and waiting. Buttoday our classroom was hospital clean: the windows and blackboards were washed, the papers on the bulletin boards were lined
     up perfectly, and there were even fresh flowers on her desk.
Jeez, who is this kid? The heir to the throne of Bulgaria?
    There was a loud knock on our door. I thought it was the Crown Prince for sure, but then Futterman’s big head appeared on
     the other side of the glass. He waggled his finger for Miss Honeywell to join him in the hall.
    “I’ll be right back,” she said, smoothing her hair on her way to the door. “In the meantime, get out your history books and
     turn to chapter twelve. Y’all can get a head start on your reading assignment for tonight.”
    Fair enough.
I cracked open my book and began reading.
    The earliest castles were made of wood and first appeared in Britain sometime after 1066, when William the Conqueror won the
     Battle of Hastings….
    I had “reflector brain.” That’s when