CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Surprisingly enough, I actually slept well that night. I guess I must have just been very exhausted from the excitement of the previous day. I didn’t even dream; however, when I woke up, my mind immediately returned to my conversation with Greta. It kind of felt like how I did the day after an intense workout or fight; I hurt in places I didn’t even know existed, and a part of me didn’t even want to get up out of bed. I wondered if Adams or Rubberman would accept a broken heart as an excuse not to go to school today or do any work.
But I knew that they wouldn’t be very impressed with my teenage angst, so I dragged myself out of bed, took a shower, and had breakfast. Rubberman was not at breakfast when I got to the kitchen; apparently he was out in response to an early mo
