Brakes hissed as the train came to a stop. “Get back here, kid!” Mack cried. He whipped out a walkie-talkie. “Security, we have a situation in the zebra pen. Send a coupla guys, pronto!” B watched George’s back, racing off toward the zebras, then looked at Dawn and her friends, whose mouths were ...
George suggested. “I don’t know,” Trina said, scooping up a cat that was rubbing up against her legs. “Usually one of the other Black Cats or my grandma has helped me undo any magical mistakes.” “So all the Black Cats are witches?” B asked. “And your grandma, too?” Trina nodded. “Maybe the cats w...
“I’ll see you at lunch,” he said, leaving B alone in the classroom with Mr. Bishop. But Mr. Bishop called after George, “Young man! Just so you know, B may not be able to join you at lunch today. We have a lot of work to do.” B sat down in an empty desk and stared at its smudgy surface, her cheek...
“I still can’t believe I was interviewed for a TV show,” George said. He wadded up a piece of tinfoil and lobbed it into the trash. “Did you see that? Three point shot by George Fitzsimmons, Sound-Bite Star!” B was glad for George. After yesterday’s disastrous audition, he deserved a boost like t...
Brewster read a magazine, B, George, and Trina commandeered a table in a secluded corner of the library. “This is perfect,” B said. “We need a new plan of attack.” Trina drummed her fingers on the table. “What would an expert detective do?” George passed around a bag of Enchanted Caramelicious Cr...
B watched for him all morning, but when she arrived in Mr. Bishop’s room for English class, there was still no sign of George. B fed Mozart a baggie full of celery sticks, and laughed as the hamster snarfed them like a kid eating Halloween candy. But all the while she wondered, where could her fr...