Chapter 7
February 4
After a restless night, I climb groggily out of bed. On the way to the bathroom, I look down at my desk. My test is sitting on top of a stack of papers, with 98% circled in red.
I couldn’t have done it without seeing the questions ahead of time, could I?
Besides, I have the proof. I pull open the top drawer.
It’s empty.
Twenty minutes later, Becky pokes her head into my room “What are you doing?”
I look up in in frustration. I’ve torn my desk completely apart. Every drawer is out, and I upended my trashcan. Gum wrappers, a broken pencil, and crumpled scraps of paper sit in a pile in the middle of my room. My bookbag is turned inside out, and I examined and reexamined every piece of paper. The blank test is nowhere to be found.
“I’m cleaning my room.”
“You have
