The Secret at the Polk Street School by Blanche Sims

Author:Blanche Sims [Giff, Patricia Reilly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4532-2041-2
Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media LLC
Published: 2011-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

IT WAS WEDNESDAY MORNING.

It was time to work on the play.

Dawn was up on the stage. She was sitting behind the blue curtain.

She had on her red riding cape.

Jason was sitting next to her.

He was wearing a new wolf suit.

It was Jill Simon’s fake fur rug.

It was a mess.

“You have to hurry,” Jason told Dawn. “You have to solve the mystery.”

He made a face. “I don’t want Peggy to know about her wolf suit.”

Dawn looked out of the curtain.

Richard was fooling with Matthew.

They were pushing up the seats.

They sat down on them hard.

“Bam!” said Matthew.

“Double bam!” said Richard.

“Triple bam!” said Ms. Rooney. “You’ll never win the banner this way.”

Ms. Rooney looked at Linda. “Go ahead,” she said.

Linda sat down at the piano. She was going to do a song for the play.

She took up almost the whole seat.

“Horse face,” Dawn said under her breath.

Linda began to play.

She kept making mistakes.

She kept saying, “Wait.”

She started over.

“We won’t win the banner this way,” said Jason.

“Horrible playing,” said Dawn.

Dawn pulled the wolf note out of her pocket.

“I used my detective box last night,” she told Jason.

“What did you find out?”

Dawn raised one shoulder. “I looked with my magnifying glass.”

“What did you see?”

“Nothing.” She put the paper up to her nose. “It smells funny.”

Jason leaned over.

He sniffed at the paper.

“I know that smell,” he said.

“What is it?”

He tried to think. “I can’t remember. It’s something horrible.”

Dawn held it up to her nose again. “It doesn’t smell horrible to me. It smells like flowers or something.”

Outside, Linda Lorca stopped playing.

“Try it again,” said Ms. Rooney.

Dawn and Jason went to the back of the stage. The closet door was locked.

They went to the little window on the stairs. They looked outside.

“Hey!” said Dawn. “There goes Mrs. Gates’s class.”

“Drake is carrying a shovel,” said Jason.

Dawn thought for a minute. “There was a shovel in the closet,” she said.

Jason nodded. “Louie said he put something in the closet.”

Dawn bit at her lip. “Just an old shovel?” she said. “He wasn’t talking about the wolf suit.”

“I guess not,” said Jason.

Dawn took a breath. “Do you know what that means?”

“Drake isn’t the wolf,” said Jason.

“No,” said Dawn.

She watched Mrs. Gates’s class. She didn’t want to think about the wolf.

Mrs. Gates’s class stopped at the picnic table.

Drake stood on top of the table. He started to say something.

He waved his arms around.

“Ms. Rooney would never let us do that,” Dawn said.

They heard Ms. Rooney clap her hands.

They ran back to the stage.

Dawn picked up her can of soup. She picked up the bread.

Someone had taken a big bite out of it.

“Gross!” said Dawn.

“It was probably Richard,” said Jason. “He likes to fool around.”

Dawn looked at the bread. “There are pointy teeth marks in it,” she said. “Huge ones.”

“Maybe a dog,” Jason said.

“Maybe,” said Dawn.

Jason looked a little worried. “Maybe . . .”

Dawn pulled up her hood. “Don’t say it.”

“I won’t,” said Jason.

Ms. Rooney clapped her hands. “Goodness,” she said. “Where’s Red Riding Hood? Where’s the wolf?”

Dawn opened the curtain.

She stepped out.

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