33 Minutes by Todd Hasak-Lowy

Author:Todd Hasak-Lowy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

I wasn’t even planning on passing this note to anyone, I was just bored. Okay, maybe I was also a little mad at ­Morgan for laughing when Chris (and Jordan and Brandon) made fun of me at lunch (so what if I still use my Spider-Man ­Thermos sometimes?). Maybe I finally got sick of Morgan laughing at me then and at the pep rally and about twenty times in between. Anyway, all I did was finish the airplane and set it on the edge of my desk. Only about ten seconds later Drake Carter, who sits next to me, lifted up and slammed down his social studies book. He was celebrating his “Fort ­Ticonderoga” response, which successfully finished the sentence, “The French called this Fort Carillon, but the British called it . . .” All at once: a loud bam, a strong gust, an airplane taking off from my desk, the end-of-the-period bell, and thirty kids racing out of the classroom. I tried to find the airplane. I looked everywhere. I even got on my hands and knees. But it was gone.

After worrying about it nonstop all day Friday, I woke up Saturday realizing I had nothing to worry about. It’s not like my name was on it. There’s no way it flew all the way to Morgan. Mr. Budds had probably thrown it out already.

Then on Sunday, after calling Morgan’s house and having his mom say to me, for the tenth time in the last month, “Oh, hi, Sam. Morgan went out for a bike ride,” I decided to go on one myself. I rode by Chris’s house, not because I wanted to go inside, but just to see if Morgan’s bike might be parked in front. Only, my luck, there on the driveway were Morgan, Chris, Jordan, and Brandon. Before if I could decide if going over there was a good idea or not, they saw me. Chris smiled and pumped his fist, which, unless he had finally decided he was ready for some tutoring in algebra, was not a good sign. But it was too late, I couldn’t just turn around. So I biked over.

I looked at Morgan, who was not happy to see me. Everyone else was silent, but in a Oh boy, when this silence ends, we’re going to have fun! kind of way.

“Hey, guys,” I said, trying to sound normal. “What’s up?”

Morgan reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper. Even though it was just a little ball, I knew.

I tried pretending I didn’t know what it was for a few ­seconds, but even if I really didn’t know, Morgan’s face would still have made me feel guilty. He didn’t look very mad, just a little. But the rest of him looked super calm, meaning he looked mostly calm and a little mad, which told me, I could see it in his eyes, that he had already decided what was about to happen. And it wasn’t going to be good.

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