They all just disappeared.”Īstrid looked right at him. My math study group…there were just three of us, plus the teacher.
“Isn’t he out in the hallway?” Mary asked.Īstrid shook her head. “He poofed,” Quinn said, like maybe it was funny. But there was no law against thinking about her. Astrid was out of his league, Sam knew that. In some subjects she was taking online courses from the university.Īstrid had shoulder-length blond hair, and liked to wear starched white short-sleeved blouses that never failed to catch Sam’s eye. Astrid was in all the AP classes the school had. It was Astrid Ellison, known as Astrid the Genius, because she was…well, she was a genius.
Trentlake was going to step in, maybe with Josh, and explain how he had pulled off this magic trick, and then get back to talking in his excited, strained voice about the Civil War nobody cared about.īut it wasn’t Mr. “He just, you know, disappeared,” Bette said. He was right here next to me.” Sam recognized the voice. Trentlake poofed?” said Quinn, with a suppressed giggle in his voice. Kids were staring at one another, craning their necks this way and that, giggling nervously. Poof.” He did a thing with his fingers that was a pretty good illustration of the concept. “He must have left,” Mary said, not sounding like she believed it.Įdilio, a new kid Sam found potentially interesting, said, “No, man. The two of them favored window seats because sometimes if you caught just the right angle, you could actually see a tiny sliver of sparkling water between the school buildings and the homes beyond. Trentlake?” It was Quinn Gaither, Sam’s best, maybe only, friend.
Mary was staring hard at the place where the teacher had been. Sam turned to Mary Terrafino, who sat just to his left. For a moment he thought he’d slipped into a daydream. Down at the beach with their boards, yelling, bracing for that first plunge into cold Pacific water.įor a moment he thought he had imagined it, the teacher disappearing. In his head he was down at the beach, he and Quinn. Sam Temple was sitting in third-period history class staring blankly at the blackboard, but far away in his head. ONE MINUTE THE teacher was talking about the Civil War.
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