Sometimes being different is good...even if it means having a tail and spikes
Everyone knows the dinosaur gene skips a generation. So it wasn't a complete surprise when Sawyer sprouted a tail and spikes before he started fifth grade. After all, his grandfather was part stegosaurus.
Despite Principal Mathis's Zero Tolerance Policy, Sawyer is a bully magnet, befriended only by BFF Elliot and the weird new girl. When the bullies start disappearing, Sawyer is relieved-until he discovers a secret about the principal that's more shocking than Dino DNA. Now it's up to the unlikely trio to rescue their tormentors from a galactically horrible fate.
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“I just want you to know that I know. I know you’re eating them.”
“That’s crazy,” I told him. “You’re crazy. Why would I eat anybody?”
“Because
you’re a monster,” Allan told me. “Just like that kid in Jersey. I knew
from the very beginning that it was only a matter of time before you
went all dinosaur--psycho on us.”
“Shut up,” I muttered. I was so angry my hands were shaking, but I hid them under the table so Allan wouldn’t see.
“Make me,” Allan suggested.
My hands started to shake harder. It wasn’t because I was nervous. It was because I was angry.
“Get out of here, Allan,” Elliot whispered loudly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Allan didn’t look at him. His squinty eyes, buried beneath his eyebrows, were focused squarely on me.
“Sawyer
knows what I’m talking about. He’s a monster. He doesn’t belong in a
school. I’m going to prove it, and when I do, they’ll put him somewhere
safe. Like in a zoo. Or some lab. Just as soon as they recognize him for
the freak he is.”
My
hands were now shaking so hard that they were vibrating the table. I
couldn’t control myself anymore. I shot to my feet and screamed right in
his face:
“Shut up, Allan! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
At least, that’s what it sounded like in my head.
Out loud, it sounded like:
ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!
It was the loudest sound I had ever heard in my life. And I couldn’t just hear it. I could feel
it. It shook the entire cafeteria. The tables rattled uncontrollably,
and people grabbed for their lunches while also trying to cover their
ears. It was kind of like we were all standing really close to a bass
speaker, only about a hundred times louder.
I shut my mouth. The sound stopped.
There
were about two seconds of silence. Absolute, perfect silence, as all
three--hundred--something people in the cafeteria stared at me without
moving a muscle.
Then the screaming started.
Every
kid in the cafeteria jumped to his or her feet, knocked over their
chair, and scrambled for the exit doors. Only Sylvie and Elliot stayed
in their seats. Allan, who had been knocked on his butt by my roar, made
two failed attempts to get to his feet before he finally crawled away
as fast as he could. He was soon lost in the crowd that was fighting to
fit through the double doors that led to the quad.
In less time than I would have thought possible, Sylvie, Elliot, and I were alone in the cafeteria.
I collapsed into my chair before my knees could give way. Across the table, Elliot looked sheet--white and shaken.
Only Sylvie looked unaffected. She passed us each a Pixy Stix, and sat back in her chair with a contented smile on her face.
“Finally, some peace and quiet around here!”
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