Say Cheese and Die, Again! by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine [Stine, R. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, thriller, fiction
Publisher: Scholastic Press
Published: 2011-03-31T18:00:00+00:00

15

“No—please!” I begged.

Donny wrapped his huge paws tightly around me and pinned my arms against my

back.

“The camera really is cursed!” I protested. “You don’t know what you’re doing!

Stop!”

Brian ignored me, of course. He held the camera to his eye—and raised his finger

over the shutter button.

“Brian—please!” I wailed.

I saw his finger lower over the button.

Then a loud voice called, “What’s going on here, guys?”

Brian cried out and nearly dropped the camera. Donny dropped my arms and

stumbled back against the wall.

“Mr. Grand!” I exclaimed.

He’s the principal of Pitts Landing Middle School. Mr. Grand is young and has

blond wavy hair and a really good tan. He looks more like a surfer than a principal.

The girls in our school all have crushes on him.

For once, I was glad to see him.

“Where should you guys be right now?” he asked, glancing up at the clock on the

wall.

“Uh… we’re going to Mr. Saur’s class,” Donny replied, turning bright red.

“We were just helping Greg with his camera,” Brian added. He handed the

camera back to me.

“That looks like a valuable old camera,” Mr. Grand said to me. “You should be

careful with that, Greg.”

“I’m trying,” I said. “I’m going to lock it in my locker right now.”

I pushed past Sumo One and Sumo Two and hurried down the hall. As I reached

my locker, I heard Mr. Grand scold them: “Get to class, guys. And don’t give your

substitute a hard time—okay?”

“Okay,” Brian promised.

“No problem,” Donny agreed.

I met Shari after school, and we walked home together. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I got an A on my math test,” she announced.

“Big surprise. You always get As in math,” I reminded her.

“So? Maybe I like to brag.”

I felt a little strange. Tired. Kind of weak. I stopped about half a block from my

house and tugged off my backpack.

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“What’s your problem?” Shari demanded. “Why do you keep fiddling with that

backpack?”

“I think someone messed with it,” I said, loosening the straps. “I had it just right.

And now it’s too tight.”

“Why would anyone mess with your backpack?” Shari demanded. She blew a

bubble-gum bubble nearly as big as her head.

I stuck out a finger and popped it.

“Yuck!” she cried out as it stuck all over her face. “Are you impressed? That was

my biggest one ever,” she declared. “Wish I had a picture of it.”

“Don’t say picture,” I grumbled. “Don’t say the words picture or camera.” I had

already told her at lunch about Mr. Saur not showing.

“Where is the camera?” she asked, pulling gum from her hair.

“Locked up safe in my locker,” I said. I turned and saw Michael and Bird running

down the sidewalk toward us.

“Did you tell Michael and Bird I have the camera?” I asked Shari.

She shook her head. “No. They’d be too upset. After all the horrible things it did

last summer, they never want to see that camera again. And neither do I,” she added,

glaring at me.

“Hey—what’s up?” Bird called. He slapped me on the back so hard, I stumbled

off the curb.

Michael laughed. “You guys doing anything?”

“Not much,” I replied, straightening my backpack. I still couldn’t get it

comfortable.

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