We settled at our usual table in the Grand Hall, and I finally felt at home. Of course, I’d actually been back for three weeks, but my only company had been the newbies and the staff. The only thing worse than being the only upperclassman in a mansion full of seventh graders is hanging out in the teachers’ lounge watching your Ancient Languages professor put drops in the ears of the world’s foremost authority on data encryption while he swears he’ll never go scuba diving again. (Ew, mental picture of Mr. Mosckowitz in a wet suit! Gross!)
Since a girl can only read so many back issues of Espionage Today, I usually spent those pre-semester days wandering around the mansion, discovering hidden compartments and secret passageways that are at least a hundred years old and haven’t seen a good dusting in about that long. Mostly, I tried to spend time with my mom, but she’d been super busy and totally distracted. Remembering this now, I thought about Bex’s mysterious absence and suddenly began to worry that maybe Liz had been onto something. Then Anna Fetterman squeezed onto the bench next to Liz and asked, “Have you seen it? Did you look?”
Anna was holding a blue slip of paper that instantly dissolves when you put it in your mouth. (Even though it looks like it will taste like cotton candy, it doesn’t—trust me!) I don’t know why they always put our class schedules on Evapopaper—probably so we can use up our stash of the bad-tasting kind and move on to the good stuff, like mint chocolate chip.
