The Unusual Suspects by Michael Buckley & Peter Ferguson

Author:Michael Buckley & Peter Ferguson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amulet Books
Published: 2011-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

By the time lunch rolled around, Sabrina was ready to strangle the boy. So when she saw Daphne’s smiling face in the cafeteria, it was like seeing a rainbow. The little girl was surrounded by her classmates, who, as they had the day before, looked at her as if she were a movie star. When Daphne spotted Sabrina and Puck, she excused herself and joined them at a table in the far corner of the room.

“How has your day been?” she asked.

“It’s been horrible,” Sabrina said.

“Tell my sister I wasn’t talking to her,” Daphne said to Puck. “I was talking to you.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “How long are you going to be mad at me?”

“Remind my sister that I just said I was not talking to her,” the little girl said to Puck.

Puck grinned. “The squirt says she isn’t talking to you.”

“Get over it!” Sabrina cried.

“Tell my sister when she stops being a snot I will get over it.”

“She says when you stop being a disgusting booger-crusted freak she will honor you with a conversation, but until then, shove off,” Puck said.

“This is ridiculous,” the older girl said, staring down at her serving of not-too-green green beans.

“Ask my sister what ridiculous means,” Daphne said.

“She wants to know what …”

“I heard her!” Sabrina growled at the boy. “It means you are being silly! It means you are being a baby!”

“Tell my sister that I’m rubber and she’s glue and whatever she says bounces off me and sticks to her.”

“Your sister says …”

“Puck!” Sabrina shouted. She turned back to her food and took a bite of something she thought might be chicken. It wasn’t even close.

“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, then you won’t know that I’ve found a clue,” she said.

Daphne’s face lit up as bright as the sun. “What kind of clue?”

“Are you done with the silent treatment?” her sister asked.

“Depends on how good the clue is.”

“You know those dusty footprints we were following last night? Well there’s a kid in my homeroom whose feet were covered in the same dust.”

“What did you do?” Daphne asked, interested despite herself.

“I tried to follow him, but he slipped into the boiler room,” Sabrina said. “We’re going to have to come back after everyone’s gone and do some snooping.”

Daphne smiled and hugged Sabrina.

Puck sniffed the creamed corn on his tray. He reached down with his bare hand and scooped some up. Then he licked it with his tongue. “Any of those disgusting warts show up, yet?”

“Ms. White told me that you don’t get warts from touching frogs,” the little girl growled. “Not even frog-girls.”

“Ahh, I’m sorry to see that little joke die.” The boy sighed as creamed corn dripped down his wrist and onto his clean shirt. “I had you completely freaked out.”

“Hardy-har-har, Puck, you are so un-punk rock,” Daphne said, turning her attention to her sister. “So, what’s the plan?”

“First, you have to get a detention,” Sabrina said as she eyed her gray hamburger.

“What?” Daphne cried.

“Puck got us in trouble, so we have to stay after school.

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