“One hundred percent,” I said. As if I had any choice.
“Good,” Lucy said. “Because we’ve got some work to do tonight if we’re going to turn the table on the very unfunny Ms. Gladberry.”
I took my seat in class the next day exhausted, exhilarated, and terrified. It had been a long night and an early morning, sneaking out of home after bedtime, slipping into the school to get things ready in the classroom, and returning home just barely before my morning get-ready-for-school wake-up.
The classroom’s closed-circuit video was rigged, and everything was ready for the comedy sketch of a lifetime. At least, that’s what Danny and I hoped and prayed. Because if it fell apart, our lifetimes might be extremely short.
When Danny came in, he passed by Ms. Gladberry’s desk and stumbled over a paper-
