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begun.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” She brushed past Sister Phoebe to get to her desk.
    In this class too, the other students openly stared at her. She sat, sliding down in her chair, and glanced over at Sara, who had a satisfied smirk on her face, but was carefully avoiding Vicky’s eyes.
    Sister Phoebe picked up a piece of chalk, addressing the class, “I’m going to write your classroom assignment on the chalkboard.”
    Vicky took out a notebook and pen from her bag, and copied the assignment as Sister Phoebe wrote it. Suddenly, a large, black spider scurried across the top of her desk. Her heart racing frantically, she took in a terrified breath, and jumped, dropping the pen on her desk.
    What’s wrong ? Luke asked frantically in her head.
    There’s a huge spider on my desk .
    Vicky glanced at Sara, who stared at the spider, her eyes wide. She looked away, snickering behind her hand.
    Well, kill it , Luke’s mental voice was demanding.
    She started at Luke’s command, slamming her notebook down on top of the spider and muttering under her breath.
    Sister Phoebe turned from the chalkboard, glaring at her. “Is there a problem, Miss Phillips?”

    “N-no . . . no, there’s no problem, Sister Phoebe. I was just killing a spider.”
    Sister Phoebe gave Vicky an icy glare. “Spiders are God’s creatures, Miss Phillips. Thou shall not kill .” She enunciated each word.
    Vicky’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. “But it was just a spider.”
    Sister Phoebe raised an eyebrow. “It’s still one of God’s creatures.”
    Vicky swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.
    With a sharp glare, Sister Phoebe returned to the chalkboard and resumed writing. Sara giggled at Vicky’s misery and Sister Phoebe paused in mid-sentence. “Is there a problem, Miss Jenkins?” she demanded without turning back around.
    “No, Sister. There’s no problem with me .” Sara snickered again.
    Vicky glared at her until the smile left Sara’s face then picked up her pen, to copy the instructions from the chalkboard. This time two black spiders scurried across Vicky’s desk. Her eyes grew wide, her heart slamming in her chest. She dropped the pen again. “ Luke! There’s two more! ”
    Kill them!
    I can’t! Sister Phoebe will make me go see Father Thomas again.
    Well, then use your notebook and brush them off of the desk.
    Okay. Vicky flowed into action. She used the notebook, flinging the spiders off her desk, to land on Sara’s.
    Sara jumped out of her desk. “Hey!” she shouted. “Cut that out!”
    Sister Phoebe whirled around to face the class. “Sara Jenkins! Please control yourself, and explain that outburst!”
    Sara pointed an accusing finger at Vicky. “Vicky flung two spiders at me!”
    Sister Phoebe trained her glare on Vicky again.
    Vicky swallowed hard. “You told me I couldn’t kill them,” she said. “I’m afraid of spiders. They had to go!”
    Sister Phoebe rolled her eyes, and most of the class sniggered. “Miss Phillips, you will control yourself in this class, or you will be going to see Father Thomas again. Have I made myself clear?”

    Vicky bit her bottom lip while Sister Phoebe chewed her out. “Yes, Sister, crystal clear,” she replied in a strong voice, then slouched down at her desk trying to appear less noticeable. Luke, I’m dying in here.
    Just try to hang on. Class is almost over.
    I just want to get out of here.
    It’ll be lunch before you know it.
    Not soon enough. She picked up her pen again to write the assignment. This time a spider dropped down from the ceiling, dangling right in front of her face. Her eyes darted frantically around the class, a cold sweat beading her forehead and upper lip.
    She caught the startled look on Sara’s face too. She placed the pen on the desk. Luke . . .
    What?
    There’s another one, and it’s dangling right in front of my face.
    What, again?
    Uh huh.
    Vicky, unless you’re sitting under a nest of spiders, that can’t be a coincidence. Take your notebook and