Monster High 1 - Monster High by Lisi Harrison

Author:Lisi Harrison
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2010-10-15T07:00:00+00:00

LOST CHAPTER

(WHOSE UNLUCKY NUMBER SHALL GO UNMENTIONED)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HIDE AND GO SHRIEK

“Can anyone tell me what an autotroph is?” Ms. J asked her science students, holding up a flash card.

Frankie’s Fierce & Flawless–covered hand shot up. Most of her friends were still yawning from the late-night RIP gathering, but she was on fire—in a good way.

“Yes, Frankie?” Ms. J asked.

“An autotroph is something that makes energy directly from the sun.”

“Very good.” She held up another card. “What about anabiotic?”

Frankie raised her hand again, wishing she had chosen a more forgiving blazer. Tweed was so tight and itchy. At least borrowing Lala’s pink cashmere scarf allowed her to lower the collar. But now she was stuck wearing a scarf in class. What next? A whiplash brace? A plastic dog cone? Clawdeen’s tagged tuft?

Ms. J scanned the four rows of desks. Her hazel eyes considered each student equally, as if yesterday had never happened.

Meanwhile, Lala, Cleo, Clawdeen, and Blue were just as nonchalant. Dressed in their regular school clothes, doodling in their notebooks, checking for split ends, picking their cuticles… They behaved exactly like every other girl in the class. Bored and normal.

The only person showing any RAD pride was Brett, who sat next to her carving a bikini-clad zombie into his desk. It was definitely a sign. Their beach day was coming.

“Yes, Frankie?” Ms. J said, sounding a little bored herself.

“Anabiotic describes something that is living in a state of suspended animation.”

“Good.” She flipped a card. “And biotic?”

“A cyborg!” Brett blurted. “Like Steve Austin on that old TV show The Six Million Dollar Man.”

“Who?” Bekka asked, sounding slightly jealous.

“He was so awesome.” Brett perked up. “He could run sixty miles an hour, and his eye was like a zoom lens and—”

“That’s bionic,” Ms. J corrected. Everyone snickered. “I’m asking about bio-tic.”

Frankie raised her hand, determined to show Brett that she was more than just a pretty face.

“Anyone other than Frankie?” Ms. J sighed.

No one breathed.

“Biotic describes something that’s living,” Frankie volunteered, grateful for her parents’ biology obsession.

“Good.” Ms. J carefully pinched a piece of chalk, mindful of the dusty blackboard ledge and what it might do to her dark attire. “As you know, all things are either—”

Frankie raised her hand again and spoke. “Are the undead anabiotic?”

Lala, Cleo, Clawdeen, and Blue lifted their heads and exchanged a fearful glance.

Ms. J removed her black-framed glasses. “Excuse me?”

Frankie couldn’t see the logic in being intimidated by someone who was obviously intimidated herself. Raising awareness was the first step in creating change… and getting Brett to notice her.

“What about zombies? Or vampires and phantoms? What are they considered?”

“Yeah!” Brett chimed in. “Zombies are definitely anabiotic.”

He smiled at Frankie. She radiated back. Bekka, who was seated on the other side of him, kicked the metal leg of his chair.

Ms. J slammed the chalk back on the ledge. “That’s quite enough! I’m talking about real science here. Not some mythical—”

Reeeeewoooooo reeeeewoooooo reeeeewoooooo…

“On your desks!” Ms. J shouted. She jumped up on her own desk at the front of the room.

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