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for sure, and he was getting taller every day. Humongous feet and hands and this unbelievable sunshiny smile. His skin was obviously the product of some ethnic funny business like in her own family. Though his was darker. It reminded her of shiny nutshells. She left him alone. Her mission was to wake people up and he was already wide awake. He moved easily from crowd to crowd, though he never quite seemed to settle anywhere. She could tell, too, that he didn’t exactly approve of her. Well, many people didn’t. So what? Most great minds were not appreciated in their own time.
    As Dweebo approached him, Danton flashed his grin and then reached out and touched the rock.
    “Igneous, sedimentary, or metamorphic?” Mr. Ross questioned.
    “Uhh. Igneous?”
    Mr. Ross didn’t say anything. “Show the rest of the group, Edward.”
    Edward approached Brigit.
    Oh boy. Feenix held her breath. Everybody held their breath. Brigit had shown up here at the Community Magnet Middle School for Misfits and Dimwits about three weeks ago. She had yet to say a word. She was red-haired and pale skinned, and she had this very colorful disability.
    Feenix waited hopefully.
    Brigit leaned forward and touched the stone. Odd, but the disability did not manifest itself.
    Mr. Ross ignored the wind rattling at the window. “So what do you think?” he asked Brigit gently. Brigit pulled her hand back and gave a tiny shake of her head.
    Feenix was next and Dweebo was slowly and reluctantly approaching her. Dweebo’s expression was as coldly distant as the planet Pluto. She was about to tell him that his fly was down. Which it wasn’t. Then her attention was distracted by the rock.
    What was it? It looked like a regular rock, but also it didn’t. And there was that smell again.
    “Let me get a better look at it,” she said. And her fingers curled around it, without waiting for his permission.
    “Hey!” he objected.
    She had the weirdest impression that the stone nearly jumped into her hand.
    Now the wind gave a great wolf howl. It threw itself against the window and there was a loud shattering sound as glass exploded into the room.

CHAPTER THREE
    Edward Loses It
    Edward just stood where he was, watching all the commotion. Everyone else jumped up from their seats and moved away from the window, laughing and yelling. There was glass all over the floor and the wind was shooting around the room with a high-pitched whistling sound blowing papers into the air.
    Feenix had stepped away from him, and Edward saw how amused she was by everybody else’s excitement. She just loved it when people got discombobulated.
    He had a feeling she knew perfectly well he was watching her, but she didn’t turn in his direction. After a while she moved away and started searching for something on the floor. She bent down and when she came back up she had her ridiculous pink purse.
    Meanwhile, Mr. Ross was calling for everyone to keep calm. “Into the hallway, please. One at a time. No pushing. Let’s go. You over there, under that desk, let’s not be ridiculous. Edward, you can move a little faster than that.”
    He managed to shepherd everyone out into the hallway and sit them down against the wall while he sent Danton to go get the custodian.
    Calmly, Mr. Ross went up and down the line of kids to make sure no one had been hurt. Except for some minor scrapes everyone was fine. No sooner had he finished checking everyone out than the bell rang again.
    In study hall Edward considered the problem of time. He’d actually been listening fairly closely to the discussion. He wondered what Mr. Ross would make of his aunt’s theory that time was a great treasure and without it everything would happen at once. He would undoubtedly think she had marshmallows for brains. Her theories were generally without any scientific foundation. He had a brief, horrifying vision of her lecturing Mr. Ross about the Great Web of Being. Just the thought made him want to sink into the ground