“Door?” asked Mrs. Drazil.
Everyone gasped again.
“You’re supposed to call it a goozack,” explained Dana.
“Who said so?” asked Mrs. Drazil.
“Mr. Kidswatter,” said Dana.
“Mr. Kidswatter is a goozack,” said Mrs. Drazil.
Yes, Mrs. Drazil was smart. She was nice. She made learning interesting. She was patient and fair. And she even could make Miss Mush’s cookies taste good.
But she made Louis shave off his mustache.
And so she had to go.
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Chapter 18
The Blue Notebook
They had a plan. It all depended on Sharie.
Everyone just hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep first. Sharie often fell asleep in class.
C’mon, Sharie, thought Deedee. You can do it.
Sharie looked out the window. The sky was full of big, fluffy clouds. She yawned. The clouds looked like giant pillows.
Sharie imagined herself wrapped up in one of those clouds, soft and cozy. She pulled her blue-and-red overcoat snugly over her head.
Her eyes closed. Then they opened wide. “Whazzat?!” she shouted.
“Sharie?” said Mrs. Drazil.
“Look!” shouted Sharie, pointing out the window. “It’s a — Hurry!” Her long eyelashes stuck straight out.
Mrs. Drazil hurried to Sharie’s desk. “What is it?”
“A spaceship!” said Sharie. “From outer space!”
On the other side of the room, Deedee dropped her pencil. She bent down to pick it up, then stayed down.
Deedee was part of the plan too. She had a dangerous mission. She had volunteered for it. She felt it was her duty, since she was the one who had brought Louis up to meet Mrs. Drazil in the first place.
“You don’t have to do it,” Ron had told her. “Mrs. Drazil would have seen Louis sooner or later.”
“No, I’ll do it,” Deedee had bravely replied.
Now she crawled across the floor.
Mrs. Drazil looked out the window. “Where?” she asked.
“Wait, it went behind a cloud,” said Sharie.