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because they had been in such close contact with it….
Mrs. Peters arrived at Alex’s desk.
“Miss Bailey, is there something in your bag?” she asked her.
All the color in Alex’s face drained away. She needed a miracle!
Suddenly, a large history book flew from the back of the classroom and hit Mrs. Peters on the head, leaving a large dent in her curly hair. The entire class turned to the back of the room and saw Conner’s extended hand.
He had just thrown a book at their teacher!
Mrs. Peters’s face turned bright red. A charging bull would have seemed harmless compared to the way she was looking at Conner.
“Mr. Bailey! What on earth has gotten into you?”
she screamed. The whole school must have heard her.
For a brief moment, Conner saw his entire life flash before his eyes. He honestly thought he was about to die. His face was so white, he was almost transparent.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Peters!” Conner whimpered. “There was a bee! I didn’t mean to hit you!” he lied.
Steam was practically coming out of the teacher’s ears and nostrils.
“Detention, Mr. Bailey! For the rest of this week, next week, and the week after that!”
Mrs. Peters said. Shereturned to her desk and immediately began filling out every detention slip she had in her possession.
Thankfully, the room had become so tense that everyone had forgotten about the humming sound and, even more thankfully, they hadn’t noticed it slowly fade away. Conner’s mission was accomplished. He knew he’d done the right thing—not as a student, but as a brother.
Soon, the bell rang, and all the students left their desks and filed out of the classroom—except for Conner, who remained seated. Alex walked up to him.
“Thanks for that,” she said.
“You owe me one,” Conner told her.
She nodded and then left the classroom to walk home alone. Conner remained seated until Mrs. Peters finished filling out the detention slips.
“Come here, Mr. Bailey,” she said.
Conner approached her desk as if it were on fire.
“Throwing things in my classroom will never be tolerated; do you understand me, Mr. Bailey?” she said, heavily pronouncing each syllable of each word. “One more incident like that, and I’ll have you expelled!”
He gulped and nodded. She handed him a large stack of detention slips.
“Your mother will need to sign all of these,” Mrs. Peters told him.
He nodded again. “I’m really sorry,” Conner said. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He was so genuine that even Mrs. Peters could sense his regret. She knew that, deepdown, Conner had always been a good kid—a horrible student, but a good kid nonetheless.
“It’s all right, Mr. Bailey,” she said. “I believe I may have underestimated the effect your family situation has had on you and your sister. I’m going to contact your mother with a list of different after-school programs I think you and your sister should take part in, as well as a list of self-help books that may be beneficial.”
Conner nodded in agreement.
“I think if you had someplace to escape to once in a while, it’d help you deal with whatever you’re going through,” she said.
Conner continued nodding. If there was ever a time in his life when he needed an escape from reality, it was now, and he was sure his sister would agree.
And then, like lightning, the thought hit him.
Oh my God
,
Alex!
Conner thought.
She’s gonna travel into the book herself! That’s why she’s been holding on to it! That’s why she refused to get rid of it!
Conner dropped all the detention slips and bolted toward the door.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Peters, I can’t go to detention today! Something has just come up!”
“Mr. Bailey! Get back here right now!” she yelled after him, but it was too late. He was already gone.
Conner was running as fast as he could down the street. Alex had gotten so much of a head start, would he make it home in time to stop her? What if she was already gone bythe time he
Mrs. Peters arrived at Alex’s desk.
“Miss Bailey, is there something in your bag?” she asked her.
All the color in Alex’s face drained away. She needed a miracle!
Suddenly, a large history book flew from the back of the classroom and hit Mrs. Peters on the head, leaving a large dent in her curly hair. The entire class turned to the back of the room and saw Conner’s extended hand.
He had just thrown a book at their teacher!
Mrs. Peters’s face turned bright red. A charging bull would have seemed harmless compared to the way she was looking at Conner.
“Mr. Bailey! What on earth has gotten into you?”
she screamed. The whole school must have heard her.
For a brief moment, Conner saw his entire life flash before his eyes. He honestly thought he was about to die. His face was so white, he was almost transparent.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Peters!” Conner whimpered. “There was a bee! I didn’t mean to hit you!” he lied.
Steam was practically coming out of the teacher’s ears and nostrils.
“Detention, Mr. Bailey! For the rest of this week, next week, and the week after that!”
Mrs. Peters said. Shereturned to her desk and immediately began filling out every detention slip she had in her possession.
Thankfully, the room had become so tense that everyone had forgotten about the humming sound and, even more thankfully, they hadn’t noticed it slowly fade away. Conner’s mission was accomplished. He knew he’d done the right thing—not as a student, but as a brother.
Soon, the bell rang, and all the students left their desks and filed out of the classroom—except for Conner, who remained seated. Alex walked up to him.
“Thanks for that,” she said.
“You owe me one,” Conner told her.
She nodded and then left the classroom to walk home alone. Conner remained seated until Mrs. Peters finished filling out the detention slips.
“Come here, Mr. Bailey,” she said.
Conner approached her desk as if it were on fire.
“Throwing things in my classroom will never be tolerated; do you understand me, Mr. Bailey?” she said, heavily pronouncing each syllable of each word. “One more incident like that, and I’ll have you expelled!”
He gulped and nodded. She handed him a large stack of detention slips.
“Your mother will need to sign all of these,” Mrs. Peters told him.
He nodded again. “I’m really sorry,” Conner said. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He was so genuine that even Mrs. Peters could sense his regret. She knew that, deepdown, Conner had always been a good kid—a horrible student, but a good kid nonetheless.
“It’s all right, Mr. Bailey,” she said. “I believe I may have underestimated the effect your family situation has had on you and your sister. I’m going to contact your mother with a list of different after-school programs I think you and your sister should take part in, as well as a list of self-help books that may be beneficial.”
Conner nodded in agreement.
“I think if you had someplace to escape to once in a while, it’d help you deal with whatever you’re going through,” she said.
Conner continued nodding. If there was ever a time in his life when he needed an escape from reality, it was now, and he was sure his sister would agree.
And then, like lightning, the thought hit him.
Oh my God
,
Alex!
Conner thought.
She’s gonna travel into the book herself! That’s why she’s been holding on to it! That’s why she refused to get rid of it!
Conner dropped all the detention slips and bolted toward the door.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Peters, I can’t go to detention today! Something has just come up!”
“Mr. Bailey! Get back here right now!” she yelled after him, but it was too late. He was already gone.
Conner was running as fast as he could down the street. Alex had gotten so much of a head start, would he make it home in time to stop her? What if she was already gone bythe time he
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