The minute I walk into school the next morning, I notice something odd. It’s quiet. Like, library quiet. But, weirdly, the hallway is packed with students lingering by their lockers, whispering to one another and giggling.
Mr. Tool is standing outside his office booming, “Good morning!” to every student and teacher who wanders by. Everyone ignores him. It’s a truly peculiar vibe, and I can only think of one explanation.
“Has the school been taken over by Pod People?” I ask Zitsy when I run into him near my locker.
He laughs way too loudly, and I’m thinking, Holy crap—the Pods got him, too! when Flatso jerks her head toward my Spanish class with this wide-eyed look, like, Clue in, dummy! and that’s when I see this handsome older guy who looks a little like Johnny Depp.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“Johnny Depp,” Flatso says.
I look at the guy more carefully. “It doesn’t look exactly like Johnny Depp.”
I stare at the handsome older guy a bit longer. He isn’t wearing a purple suit or crazy eyeliner, or anything. “How do you know it’s him?”