CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
An electric shiver passed through Carly’s body.
She closed her eyes.
The first impression that came to her was a voice—a kindly, nurturing woman’s voice.
“Bianca wins this year’s prize.”
Now Carly glimpsed a whole classroom full of children. She was a little girl sitting at one of its desks and the other students were all looking toward her.
Don’t let it overwhelm you, she reminded herself.
A stout, smiling woman was setting the statuette down on the desk in front of her. Shakespeare’s bust looked new and shiny now.
The teacher said, “Bianca read more books than anybody else this summer! In fact, she read more books than any student I can remember. I think she deserves a round of applause as well as the prize.”
The girl blushed with pride as she heard her fellow s
