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chocolate cake,” she said. “My grandpa used to make one every Saturday, with vanilla frosting and sprinkles. And then, after dinner, he would light a candle and
sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, because I liked birthdays so much. And we’d each eat a big piece with a tall glass of milk.”
Libby didn’t smell anything, so she just smiled.
Oh, that’s right!
Whenever Starlings were around, adult Wishlings smelled the scent of their favorite bakery treat from
their childhood. That was a little weird, but mostly kind of nice, she thought. Libby glanced at the name on the woman’s badge. Then she leaned forward and looked into the woman’s brown
eyes, just as Sage had taught her. “Lady Jones,” she began. “I am—”
“Lady Jones!” the adult female Wishling said with a cackle. “Do you think I’m royalty? That’s Officer Jones to you, young lady!”
Oops.
Libby started over. “Officer Jones, I am Libby, the new student,” she said. She felt a rush of relief when the Wishling repeated, “You are Libby, the new
student.”
She smiled as Officer Jones wrote
Libby
on the late pass. Then Officer Jones looked up. “Last name?”
Libby opened her mouth, then closed it. They hadn’t covered this in school. Starlings didn’t have last names. “It’s Libby…uh…Libby…”
In a panic, she glanced down at a folded piece of paper on the officer’s desk and saw a list. A class list, maybe? She read aloud the first word she saw, which was not easy, as it was
upside down. “Li…li…liverwurst,” she said. That was when she realized that the piece of paper was not a class list. It was a menu.
She regretted her choice as soon as she said it out loud. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but she did know one thing for certain: it was a terrible-sounding name!
“Libby…Liverwurst?” the officer said, frowning.
“Libby Liverwurst,” Libby repeated glumly.
With a shake of her head, the officer wrote down the name on the late pass. “Libby Liverwurst.” She looked like she was trying hard not to smile. “And what class are you
in?”
“Room 546,” she said, recalling the number she had read on the directions.
“Room 546,” repeated the officer, writing down the numbers. She handed Libby the pass. “Have a good day, Miss Liverwurst.”
“Thank you,” said Libby politely.
Once she was out of the officer’s view, Libby pulled out her Star-Zap and followed the directions it provided.
Up two flights, through the doors, make a left, past the gym, first
classroom on the right.
The hallway was quiet, but she could hear the drone of teachers’ voices from behind closed classroom doors and the higher-pitched voices of the kids. Then she
caught the squeaking sound of rubber soles on wood. That had to be from the gym. She noted that the walls were painted a cheerful shade of yellow. By each doorway was a large rectangular board,
covered in artwork—busy scenes, funny faces, drawings of odd creatures she had never seen before. There were also several colorful posters hanging on the walls. One had a simple white
background with the words AVA FOR PRESIDENT on it in large letters. Nothing else. Another really caught her eye. On it was an image of a bearded adult male Wishling, in a
red, white, and blue outfit and top hat, pointing directly at her. I WANT YOU TO VOTE FOR KRISTIE ! it read.
Interesting.
Libby had a secret desire to get involved in school politics and hoped one day to run for Light Leader, the head of the student government of Starling Academy. She glanced
at the bottom of the poster and noticed that the election was to be held in two days’ time.
Hmmm.
Maybe she’d learn a few tricks about elections while she was here. In addition
to granting a wish and collecting a vast amount of wish energy, of course.
She glanced up and realized she had passed the classroom she was looking for, room 546. She backtracked, and then, taking a deep breath, she knocked and waited.
The door
sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, because I liked birthdays so much. And we’d each eat a big piece with a tall glass of milk.”
Libby didn’t smell anything, so she just smiled.
Oh, that’s right!
Whenever Starlings were around, adult Wishlings smelled the scent of their favorite bakery treat from
their childhood. That was a little weird, but mostly kind of nice, she thought. Libby glanced at the name on the woman’s badge. Then she leaned forward and looked into the woman’s brown
eyes, just as Sage had taught her. “Lady Jones,” she began. “I am—”
“Lady Jones!” the adult female Wishling said with a cackle. “Do you think I’m royalty? That’s Officer Jones to you, young lady!”
Oops.
Libby started over. “Officer Jones, I am Libby, the new student,” she said. She felt a rush of relief when the Wishling repeated, “You are Libby, the new
student.”
She smiled as Officer Jones wrote
Libby
on the late pass. Then Officer Jones looked up. “Last name?”
Libby opened her mouth, then closed it. They hadn’t covered this in school. Starlings didn’t have last names. “It’s Libby…uh…Libby…”
In a panic, she glanced down at a folded piece of paper on the officer’s desk and saw a list. A class list, maybe? She read aloud the first word she saw, which was not easy, as it was
upside down. “Li…li…liverwurst,” she said. That was when she realized that the piece of paper was not a class list. It was a menu.
She regretted her choice as soon as she said it out loud. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but she did know one thing for certain: it was a terrible-sounding name!
“Libby…Liverwurst?” the officer said, frowning.
“Libby Liverwurst,” Libby repeated glumly.
With a shake of her head, the officer wrote down the name on the late pass. “Libby Liverwurst.” She looked like she was trying hard not to smile. “And what class are you
in?”
“Room 546,” she said, recalling the number she had read on the directions.
“Room 546,” repeated the officer, writing down the numbers. She handed Libby the pass. “Have a good day, Miss Liverwurst.”
“Thank you,” said Libby politely.
Once she was out of the officer’s view, Libby pulled out her Star-Zap and followed the directions it provided.
Up two flights, through the doors, make a left, past the gym, first
classroom on the right.
The hallway was quiet, but she could hear the drone of teachers’ voices from behind closed classroom doors and the higher-pitched voices of the kids. Then she
caught the squeaking sound of rubber soles on wood. That had to be from the gym. She noted that the walls were painted a cheerful shade of yellow. By each doorway was a large rectangular board,
covered in artwork—busy scenes, funny faces, drawings of odd creatures she had never seen before. There were also several colorful posters hanging on the walls. One had a simple white
background with the words AVA FOR PRESIDENT on it in large letters. Nothing else. Another really caught her eye. On it was an image of a bearded adult male Wishling, in a
red, white, and blue outfit and top hat, pointing directly at her. I WANT YOU TO VOTE FOR KRISTIE ! it read.
Interesting.
Libby had a secret desire to get involved in school politics and hoped one day to run for Light Leader, the head of the student government of Starling Academy. She glanced
at the bottom of the poster and noticed that the election was to be held in two days’ time.
Hmmm.
Maybe she’d learn a few tricks about elections while she was here. In addition
to granting a wish and collecting a vast amount of wish energy, of course.
She glanced up and realized she had passed the classroom she was looking for, room 546. She backtracked, and then, taking a deep breath, she knocked and waited.
The door
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