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something.”
That’s as far as I got when I heard a sharp chirp .
The room tilted. Shadows slid over the kitchen. Then it became bright again. My mind suddenly felt strange….
Oh NO! What am I going to do now?
I froze.
Mom stared at me. “Jackson? What did you want to tell me?”
“Uh …” I hesitated. Then the words came from somewhere deep in my brain. “I just wanted to say that your face looks like something I pulled out of the garbage disposal.”
“Huh?” She gasped. I saw her hands tighten into fists.
“But no one notices your face because you smell so bad,” I said.
Mom’s eyes bulged. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out.
“Jackson — shut up. What’s your problem?” Rachel cried.
I spun around to face her. “Hey, I wrote a song for you,” I said. “It describes you perfectly.”
I took a breath and started to grunt. “Oink oink oink oinnnk.” I grunted like a pig.
“But cheer up,” I said. “You’re not a fat pig. You’re just an ugly, hairy pig.”
I tossed back my head and laughed.
“Jackson — stop !” Mom screamed. “Don’t say another word. I mean it. Not another word.”
I nodded. I took my fingers and made a zipping motion over my lips.
“That’s better,” Mom said. “We have to figure out what’s wrong with you. I’m not sure I can let you go to school like this.”
“He’s crazy,” Rachel said. “Last night he told me that dummy was making him say the bad things.”
Mom squinted at Rachel. “The dummy? That’s crazy. How could a dummy make Jackson say all those horrible things?”
Rachel grinned. She was enjoying this too much . “He says the dummy is alive,” she told Mom. “I told you — he’s gone nutso.”
Mom let out a long sigh. Her hands were still balled into tight fists. I could see how worried she was.
But what could I do? I wasn’t in control.
I walked to the breakfast table and picked up Rachel’s cereal bowl. Then I dumped it over her head.
Rachel screamed.
I watched the mushy clumps of cereal run down her hair and the sides of her face.
Mom grabbed me by the shoulders. “That’s the last straw!” She pushed me toward the door. “Go up to your room — now. Stay in there. I’m going to call your father. He and I have to discuss what to do with you.”
I started to the hall. But I turned back at the doorway and gazed at Rachel. “Oink oink oink,” I grunted.
Mom hurried to the table to help pull the clumps of cereal from Rachel’s hair. She and Rachel weren’t watching, so I stopped at the pantry. I grabbed Rachel’s jar of honey and carried it upstairs with me.
In my room, I found the new sweater Aunt Ada gave me. I spread it out on my bed. Then I opened the jar and poured the honey all over the sweater.
What a mess.
I set the jar down on the floor. Then I ran to the head of the stairs.
“Mom!” I shouted. “Mom! I don’t believe it! Hurry. Come quick! Look what Rachel did to my new sweater!”
Well, guess what? Mom didn’t believe for one second that Rachel poured the honey on my sweater.
She gasped in horror when she saw it. She was so upset, I saw tears in her eyes. Rachel stood in the doorway, shaking her head. I think even she was upset about what I had done.
Instead of yelling at me, Mom hugged me. “What is wrong, Jackson?” she said softly. “Can you tell me why you’re doing and saying these horrible things?”
I glimpsed Slappy, perched on the bed with that red-lipped grin frozen on his face. I was desperate to tell Mom the truth. Desperate to tell her that Slappy was alive and inside my head, making me do and say things I didn’t want to.
But who would believe that story?
I just shrugged and didn’t answer.
The next few days were not pleasant. Mom and Dad took me to see our family doctor. Theywanted Dr. Marx to give me pills to calm me down. The doctor talked to me for an hour and decided I should stay home for a few days and just relax.
In other words, I was totally
That’s as far as I got when I heard a sharp chirp .
The room tilted. Shadows slid over the kitchen. Then it became bright again. My mind suddenly felt strange….
Oh NO! What am I going to do now?
I froze.
Mom stared at me. “Jackson? What did you want to tell me?”
“Uh …” I hesitated. Then the words came from somewhere deep in my brain. “I just wanted to say that your face looks like something I pulled out of the garbage disposal.”
“Huh?” She gasped. I saw her hands tighten into fists.
“But no one notices your face because you smell so bad,” I said.
Mom’s eyes bulged. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out.
“Jackson — shut up. What’s your problem?” Rachel cried.
I spun around to face her. “Hey, I wrote a song for you,” I said. “It describes you perfectly.”
I took a breath and started to grunt. “Oink oink oink oinnnk.” I grunted like a pig.
“But cheer up,” I said. “You’re not a fat pig. You’re just an ugly, hairy pig.”
I tossed back my head and laughed.
“Jackson — stop !” Mom screamed. “Don’t say another word. I mean it. Not another word.”
I nodded. I took my fingers and made a zipping motion over my lips.
“That’s better,” Mom said. “We have to figure out what’s wrong with you. I’m not sure I can let you go to school like this.”
“He’s crazy,” Rachel said. “Last night he told me that dummy was making him say the bad things.”
Mom squinted at Rachel. “The dummy? That’s crazy. How could a dummy make Jackson say all those horrible things?”
Rachel grinned. She was enjoying this too much . “He says the dummy is alive,” she told Mom. “I told you — he’s gone nutso.”
Mom let out a long sigh. Her hands were still balled into tight fists. I could see how worried she was.
But what could I do? I wasn’t in control.
I walked to the breakfast table and picked up Rachel’s cereal bowl. Then I dumped it over her head.
Rachel screamed.
I watched the mushy clumps of cereal run down her hair and the sides of her face.
Mom grabbed me by the shoulders. “That’s the last straw!” She pushed me toward the door. “Go up to your room — now. Stay in there. I’m going to call your father. He and I have to discuss what to do with you.”
I started to the hall. But I turned back at the doorway and gazed at Rachel. “Oink oink oink,” I grunted.
Mom hurried to the table to help pull the clumps of cereal from Rachel’s hair. She and Rachel weren’t watching, so I stopped at the pantry. I grabbed Rachel’s jar of honey and carried it upstairs with me.
In my room, I found the new sweater Aunt Ada gave me. I spread it out on my bed. Then I opened the jar and poured the honey all over the sweater.
What a mess.
I set the jar down on the floor. Then I ran to the head of the stairs.
“Mom!” I shouted. “Mom! I don’t believe it! Hurry. Come quick! Look what Rachel did to my new sweater!”
Well, guess what? Mom didn’t believe for one second that Rachel poured the honey on my sweater.
She gasped in horror when she saw it. She was so upset, I saw tears in her eyes. Rachel stood in the doorway, shaking her head. I think even she was upset about what I had done.
Instead of yelling at me, Mom hugged me. “What is wrong, Jackson?” she said softly. “Can you tell me why you’re doing and saying these horrible things?”
I glimpsed Slappy, perched on the bed with that red-lipped grin frozen on his face. I was desperate to tell Mom the truth. Desperate to tell her that Slappy was alive and inside my head, making me do and say things I didn’t want to.
But who would believe that story?
I just shrugged and didn’t answer.
The next few days were not pleasant. Mom and Dad took me to see our family doctor. Theywanted Dr. Marx to give me pills to calm me down. The doctor talked to me for an hour and decided I should stay home for a few days and just relax.
In other words, I was totally
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