Chapter 3
“No,” I told her. “I forgot.” Given the way the day before had ended, I’d never even thought about it.
“Bring it tomorrow.” Smeckler rolled her eyes and continued. “Mathias Webber?”
Webber—that was his name, but Mathias Webber didn’t answer.
“Mathias Webber?”
I looked toward the back of the room where the well-behaved kids got to sit. I hadn’t been back there since my first day in kindergarten. There was an empty seat, presumably his.
“Mathias isn’t here?”
I assumed Smeckler’s question was rhetorical. I knew the word—and I could spell it, silent H and all. I was ready for her test.