Spirit Week Showdown by Crystal Allen

Author:Crystal Allen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

While the cafeteria is crowded with students standing and holding trays, I sneak out and take off my rubber boots so they won’t make squeaky noises down the hall. I’ve seen plenty of movies on how to follow people without them knowing it. I stay back as Connie hurries down the kindergarten-through-third-grade hallway. Fourth and fifth graders call it K3 hall.

Wow, look at the awesome Spirit Week posters on these walls! There’s one with teddy bears holding hands. We love Spirit Week “Beary” much is written underneath. On the other wall, there’s a poster with ninjas doing martial art moves with Spirit Week Is Ninja Cool in big letters. These posters are just as good as the ones on the fourth- and fifth-grade walls!

Way down at the end of the hall, Connie stops in front of a room. She pulls a key from her pocket and unlocks the door. I wait until a light comes on. That’s when I make my move.

I dash down the hall, and then slide across the floor in my socked feet until I reach the last room. I stand with my back against the wall and then lean forward so I can look through the glass in the door, but my boot hits the doorknob as if I knocked.

Busted.

The door flies open. Connie looks bigger than she ever did before. My voice gets scared again and won’t come out. I take two deep breaths, letting both of them out slowly.

“Did you come down here just to do breathing exercises? You were spying on me, weren’t you? You followed me. I don’t like that.”

Lucky for me, my voice comes back. “Did you see the Spirit Week posters in K3? They’re awesome, aren’t they? Anyway, when I was in Washington, DC, I walked down this dark, empty alley on my way to meet the president. I had some top-secret papers for him, and . . .”

Connie gives me a stink eye that makes my toes curl. “Go away, Mya. I’m not sick, and I’m not lost, and I’m definitely not in the mood for one of your taradiddles.”

“Sorry, Connie. I was worried about you. I knew you were upset when you left the cafeteria. I mean, I guess I’d be mad too. And I believe you when you said you drew that picture. It was awesome. Can I come into your hideout? We can talk about what we’re going to wear for Superhero and Sidekick Day tomorrow.”

She leaves the door open. The words Utility Room—Employees Only are written across the glass in the window. I knew it! She’s no student.

Connie Tate is the janitor!

I look inside before stepping in. My brain’s thinking a thousand different things Connie may be doing back here. The more I think, the faster my heart beats. This must be where she stores her mop, or stolen goods. There’s an easel, and a huge drawing pad leaning against a big sink. Wait a minute . . . what is this place? I step inside.

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