Grabbing the side of the door, I tugged it open all the way—and let out a cry of shock when I saw the imp. I stared hard at him. No way was he some kind of puppet. Or a kid dressed in a costume. He was definitely an imp! The creature had his head down as he bent over, searching the floor of my locker. But as I swung the door open, he jumped upright—and spun to face me. I stumbled back. And stared at the green creature. His fur-thatched head, his pointed ears fringed with hair, his cold, dark eyes. Human eyes. “My jacket—!” I choked out. He wrapped my blue denim jacket around his slender shoulders. He was so short—three feet tall at the most—that the jacket dragged on the floor. His green lips pulled back in a cold, unfriendly smile. He hopped out of the locker and opened his mouth to hiss at me again. But before he could make a sound, I grabbed for my jacket with both hands. The imp danced away. My hand caught the jacket collar, then slid off. “Give me back my jacket!”
