Popular Clone by M.E. Castle

Author:M.E. Castle
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: eBook ISBN: 9781606843017
Publisher: EgmontUSA
Published: 2012-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

The principal is just a person. It’s the office that gets you. It sits there, smirking with its wood paneling and worn-down furniture, dozens of books on its shelves, and seems to say, “I have always been here, and I will always be here, waiting. Waiting for someone like you.”

—Fisher Bas, Personal Notes

Fisher turned himself around in the duct as quickly as he could and wracked his memory, trying to recall the layout of the air system. With chants and cheers still echoing in the tiny metal tube, he crawled up the steep incline he had tumbled down.

FP, still engrossed by the spectacle in the cafeteria, was trying to squeeze and push his way through the vent to get some of the food. He kept on trying until Fisher’s hand reached back and pulled him by the tail.

At the top of the incline, the tunnel once again dipped downward. Fisher scooted along hastily, and FP slid down on his belly. Fisher took a moment to look at the three branches of the duct in front of them, closed his eyes to picture the plan, and turned left.

Fisher checked each classroom as he crawled along above them, looking for the principal’s office. In each one of them, there were kids with KOH fries, slurping special sauce with their fingers and bartering with each other for extra spoils.

“If you give me half of your fries, I’ll do your homework for three days …”

“I’ll do it for a week!”

“Kids!” Mr. Gertzweinner, the eighth-grade German teacher, held up a hand to silence his class. Fisher froze in the duct. Gertzweinner wasn’t even his teacher, and Fisher was terrified of him.

“I won’t assign homework for a month,” Mr. Gertzweinner resumed, dropping his voice to a whisper, “if you all agree to turn over your fries to me… .”

Fisher shook his head in disbelief and continued crawling.

Finally, he found it: he recognized the leather armchair and the enormous desk. Fisher had been to the principal’s office before (on more than one occasion he had gone there on purpose to avoid the Vikings) though he had never been sent there. Through the narrow slats of the vent, he saw his clone, sitting patiently in a chair.

Fisher wasted no time. He removed from a pocket the Screw Liquefier he had been working on in his home lab and drained the four screws holding the vent in place into a small bottle.

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