Did you buy all that? Yeah, probably not. As soon as I came out of that little daydream, I discovered once again—to my horror—that Rafe was right.
Let me just clear up one thing: Mrs. Stricker is not as sweet as an M&M cookie. She’s about as sweet as a flaming turd.
Here’s the gist of what really happened:
I was still recovering from my humiliation when Mrs. Stricker blazed out to the courtyard. “You aren’t supposed to be outside!” she screeched.
“Would you like a cookie?” I asked.
“How dare you try to bribe a school official!” I was hoping she would hop on her broomstick and fly away, but instead she snarled, “I know who you are, Rafe Khatchadorian’s SISTER! You’re breaking a rule—AUTOMATIC DETENTION!”
“Excuse me,” the blond boy piped up, “but she didn’t know—”
Mrs. Stricker wheeled on him. “Automatic detention for you too, Blond Kid! Nobody covers for a Khatchadorian on my watch!”
