CHAPTER TWELVE
Of course, I couldn’t just run out of class and bike to the Elastic Cave that very moment. There was no way that Mr. Peters would ever let me leave early for any reason; besides, I technically wasn’t supposed to start work until after school anyway. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to go, though, but I had to text Adams that I was in school and couldn’t come right away, but would head there as soon as the bell rang.
As a result, the day seemed to drag on forever. It was like every time I glanced at the clock in my classroom, the hands were frozen or moved maybe half an inch, if even that. I had a hard time paying attention in all of my classes; even at lunch, I barely paid attention to what I ate, and as a result I probably missed loads of important things that would appear
