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hugging all of us at once. "I'm so sorry we're all in this mess, but I've never been so happy to see anyone in my whole life! I've been so lonely here these past two weeks!"
It felt good to be hugged by an adult, even if that adult was the McG. Plus, we did feel responsible in a way; after all, Crazy Serena had kidnapped her over something having to do with our family.
But no sooner did we settle into enjoying the group hug than:
"We've been kidnapped!" Petal cried, looking at the locked door.
"Never mind kidnapped," Annie said, and even she looked scared now. "We've been eightnapped! "
"I just noticed something," the McG said soothingly, perhaps hoping to calm our growing mass hysteria. She started counting heads. "There are only seven of you here. Where in the world is Georgia?"
"Georgia," seven voices whispered, much to the McG's astonishment. "Georgia, are you in here?"
But there was no answering whisper, nor were there any pinches.
It was then we realized that when Crazy Serena had exited the room, Invisible Georgia had somehow managed to sneak out with her.
We hoped that wherever Georgia was, she was safe.
And, we realized with a strange sense of relief, at least one of us would survive to tell the tale.
CHAPTER NINE
In that house, the minutes and hours dragged on, and we didn't know if it was day or night.
We grew hungry, we grew thirsty, we grew bored.
We could only hope that wherever Georgia was, she really was safe.
"She probably found a TV to watch and is watching it with the sound off," Zinnia said.
"She probably snuck into the kitchen and is having a feast," Petal grumbled. "I'm so hungry."
"She probably found a can of pink frosting," Rebecca said, "and she's eating the whole thing herself."
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Annie said.
"Annie's right," Durinda said. "Let's focus on the positive."
"Such as?" Rebecca asked, hands on hips.
"Well, when none of us shows up for school tomorrow, and Crazy Serena—" Jackie began, referring to our captor as we'd begun to think of her, but the McG cut her off.
"You mustn't refer to her that way," our teacher said.
"Why not?" Jackie asked.
"Because she's a teacher," the McG said.
"Oh, is she really?" Rebecca demanded, hands on hips again. "I'm not so sure of that."
"And she is crazy," Marcia observed.
"Plus," Jackie said, "we reserve terms of respect-Mr., Mrs., Miss, Ms.— for people we actually feel respect for. "
"Yes," Petal said, "like Mr. Pete."
"But isn't that man your uncle?" The McG was puzzled. "So why would you call him Mr.? "
"Never mind that now," Annie said.
"And didn't you all shout 'McG!' when you first saw me here, without any Mrs. before it?"
She was obviously worried that we didn't respect her, and none of us wanted her to know that the jury was still out on that, so Durinda hurriedly said, "We meant it friendly-like." Then she nodded. "You were saying, Jackie?"
"I was saying," Jackie began again, "when none of us shows up for school tomorrow, and Crazy Serena doesn't show up either, the Proper Authorities will know something's wrong."
"No, they won't," Rebecca said. "Frank Freud will be relieved to have us all gone for an entire day."
"And the school will just call in another substitute teacher for Will and Mandy," the McG said, not even commenting on the fact that we'd just referred to our principal as Frank. "Apparently, anyone can be replaced."
"Oh," Durinda said glumly.
"Say!" Annie turned to Durinda. "When Crazy Serena comes back, why don't you do that thing you do with the triple tap and the sharply pointed finger? You could freeze her right where she stands!"
"What's Annie talking about?" the McG said. "The poor girl must be delirious." She put her palm to Annie's forehead. "That's odd. You don't feel feverish."
Then, ignoring the McG's obvious confusion and because we were so bored that we needed something to do, five voices urged Durinda, "Freeze me! Freeze me!"
The only Eight's voice not urging Durinda
It felt good to be hugged by an adult, even if that adult was the McG. Plus, we did feel responsible in a way; after all, Crazy Serena had kidnapped her over something having to do with our family.
But no sooner did we settle into enjoying the group hug than:
"We've been kidnapped!" Petal cried, looking at the locked door.
"Never mind kidnapped," Annie said, and even she looked scared now. "We've been eightnapped! "
"I just noticed something," the McG said soothingly, perhaps hoping to calm our growing mass hysteria. She started counting heads. "There are only seven of you here. Where in the world is Georgia?"
"Georgia," seven voices whispered, much to the McG's astonishment. "Georgia, are you in here?"
But there was no answering whisper, nor were there any pinches.
It was then we realized that when Crazy Serena had exited the room, Invisible Georgia had somehow managed to sneak out with her.
We hoped that wherever Georgia was, she was safe.
And, we realized with a strange sense of relief, at least one of us would survive to tell the tale.
CHAPTER NINE
In that house, the minutes and hours dragged on, and we didn't know if it was day or night.
We grew hungry, we grew thirsty, we grew bored.
We could only hope that wherever Georgia was, she really was safe.
"She probably found a TV to watch and is watching it with the sound off," Zinnia said.
"She probably snuck into the kitchen and is having a feast," Petal grumbled. "I'm so hungry."
"She probably found a can of pink frosting," Rebecca said, "and she's eating the whole thing herself."
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Annie said.
"Annie's right," Durinda said. "Let's focus on the positive."
"Such as?" Rebecca asked, hands on hips.
"Well, when none of us shows up for school tomorrow, and Crazy Serena—" Jackie began, referring to our captor as we'd begun to think of her, but the McG cut her off.
"You mustn't refer to her that way," our teacher said.
"Why not?" Jackie asked.
"Because she's a teacher," the McG said.
"Oh, is she really?" Rebecca demanded, hands on hips again. "I'm not so sure of that."
"And she is crazy," Marcia observed.
"Plus," Jackie said, "we reserve terms of respect-Mr., Mrs., Miss, Ms.— for people we actually feel respect for. "
"Yes," Petal said, "like Mr. Pete."
"But isn't that man your uncle?" The McG was puzzled. "So why would you call him Mr.? "
"Never mind that now," Annie said.
"And didn't you all shout 'McG!' when you first saw me here, without any Mrs. before it?"
She was obviously worried that we didn't respect her, and none of us wanted her to know that the jury was still out on that, so Durinda hurriedly said, "We meant it friendly-like." Then she nodded. "You were saying, Jackie?"
"I was saying," Jackie began again, "when none of us shows up for school tomorrow, and Crazy Serena doesn't show up either, the Proper Authorities will know something's wrong."
"No, they won't," Rebecca said. "Frank Freud will be relieved to have us all gone for an entire day."
"And the school will just call in another substitute teacher for Will and Mandy," the McG said, not even commenting on the fact that we'd just referred to our principal as Frank. "Apparently, anyone can be replaced."
"Oh," Durinda said glumly.
"Say!" Annie turned to Durinda. "When Crazy Serena comes back, why don't you do that thing you do with the triple tap and the sharply pointed finger? You could freeze her right where she stands!"
"What's Annie talking about?" the McG said. "The poor girl must be delirious." She put her palm to Annie's forehead. "That's odd. You don't feel feverish."
Then, ignoring the McG's obvious confusion and because we were so bored that we needed something to do, five voices urged Durinda, "Freeze me! Freeze me!"
The only Eight's voice not urging Durinda
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