Mrs. Stricker got the janitor to take my drawing back down, but I actually heard some kids booing when he did. That was cool to hear.

Then I tried something different. I drew the little angel guys from The Sistine Madonna, by Rafael Sanzio (the artist Mom named me after, if you want to know). Then I made a bunch of photo-copies and put them up in a bunch of different places. Most of those didn’t survive through second period, but I did find one still up in the bathroom during lunch. And I knew someone had noticed it, because they added their own little touch. Which I didn’t even mind.

For Friday, I drew a painting called The Scream, by Edvard Munch, who has a great name, if you ask me. I like the painting too—but not as much as I liked what I did with it.

By the end of the week, HVMS had a real live mystery on its hands. I’d hear people in the hall saying stuff like “Did you see what SAM did today?” and “Why is he doing this?” and “How can one person be so good-looking, rich, and smooth?” (Well, two out of three, anyway.)

I wasn’t exactly sure what was supposed to happen next, but I definitely wasn’t stopping. I was having too good a time for that. And nobody had a single clue about who was behind it either.

At least, that’s what I thought.