“Way to go, Harry!” I said, greeting him at the door. Harry had his poster under his arm. Song Lee and Ida dashed over to him and gave him a hug.
“How was it?” Miss Mackle asked.
Harry shrugged.
“You had about three hundred and forty kids watching you, Harry!” ZuZu said. “That’s how many there are at South School.”
Song Lee and Ida were still clapping their hands for Harry.
“Thanks, guys,” Harry said. “But it was no biggie. It’s just like being in the library, only I didn’t check out a book.”
Mary folded her arms. She hadn’t moved from her desk. “It’s no fair,” she mumbled. “Harry doesn’t even appreciate going on TV. It should have been me!”
Harry set his poster down on his desk. “Boy, I need a drink after all that talking,” he said, and walked over to the water faucet by the classroom sink.
Miss Mackle began writing math problems on the board. “Please copy these in your math journal. It’s time to practice multiplication.”
Mary reached for her scarlet scissors. She turned and faced Harry’s empty desk.
What is she up to? I wondered.
I looked at Mary, and then at her scarlet scissors. The blades were spread apart. There was still a little green crayon line on one of the tips. Mary took Harry’s poster, held it up, and then stabbed it!
My eyes bulged. There were two slashes right in the middle of Harry’s art paper!
I looked around.
Did anyone else see?
Not the teacher. She had her back to the class. She was still writing math problems.
Everyone else was copying them down except for one person. Song Lee.
When our eyes met, I could tell we both had the same thought.
How could Mary do that?
Song Lee covered her eyes.
I couldn’t believe it.
Mary couldn’t believe it, either. She immediately dropped her scarlet scissors. The poster slipped out of her hands onto the floor. Mary collapsed into her chair. When I looked up, Harry was on his way back from the drinking fountain. Oh boy, I thought.
Harry sat down and wiped water off his mouth. Then he bent over and picked up his poster from the floor.
“There’s still something missing in my picture, Doug,” he said, and he held it up.
He looked long and hard at his poster.
The two holes were right in the middle.
“Hey,” Harry said. “Who did this?”
