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  So, as they headed for gym class, she smiled, knowing revenge was within her grasp. Puck was about to get what he had coming to him.

  "OK class," Ms. Spangler said as she tossed a ball back and forth between her hands. "We've got a new student today. His name is Robin and he says he's never actually played dodgeball."

  Even from across the room, Sabrina could see Toby's and Natalie's eyes light up with excitement. Bella, who was standing nearby, leaned over to her. "Your friend is in serious trouble."

  Puck waved to everyone, unaware that attention was the last thing he wanted in this class. Once everyone got an eyeful of him, Ms. Spangler divided the class into two teams. Puck and Sabrina found themselves standing next to each other.

  "How do you play this game?" he asked.

  "People throw balls at you," she said. "If they hit you, then you're out."

  "Let me get this straight. The object of this game is to hit someone with a ball. Can you hit them in the head?"

  Sabrina nodded, eyeing the opposing team to avoid a sneak attack.

  "And you can hit them as hard as you want?"

  "That's actually encouraged. But be careful—if they catch it you're out."

  "Does anyone ever catch the ball?"

  "Rarely."

  "How diabolical!" Puck cried. "It's so twisted, it's brilliant! Are you any good at this 'dodgeball'?"

  "I used to be," Sabrina grumbled, staring at the two children directly across from her on the other team, Toby and the big goon Natalie, who were staring back at her with evil grins on their faces. They were like vultures, waiting to take a bite of her.

  Ms. Spangler blew her whistle and the insanity began.

  A ball whizzed past Sabrina's head and smacked into Bella. Sabrina was surprised. The day before, the girl had been so agile, but now it seemed like Bella had actually stepped into the ball, as if she wanted to be knocked out of the game.

  The blond girl shrugged her shoulders. "Good luck," she said to Sabrina, as she made her way over to the sidelines. Sabrina looked up to see Toby and Natalie. Both were grinning. Toby winged his ball straight at her head and just before it smashed her in the nose, Puck reached over and caught it.

  "Toby's out!" Ms. Spangler shouted. Dejected, the boy scowled and sulked over to the sidelines.

  "Now what do I do with it?" Puck asked.

  "Throw it at somebody," Sabrina said impatiently.

  Puck wound up, ready to smack Sabrina right in the face with the ball.

  "Not me, you idiot!" she cried, pointing at the opposite team. "Them!"

  Puck threw his ball at a red-haired boy standing close to the front. It rocketed across the room like a missile, hit the redheaded kid in the chest, and sent him flying backward ten yards. The class stopped playing and let out a collective gasp.

  "Kevin is out!" Ms. Spangler said, unsympathetic to the boy's obvious injuries.

  Every kid looked at Puck as if he had just suggested adding another day to the school week. Even kids on his team seemed afraid of him, and when the game resumed, Puck was public enemy number one.

  Balls came from every direction and the boy managed to duck, jump, and somersault around every one. He bent in impossible directions that no normal human being ever could. He stood on his hands and let balls fly between his feet. He taunted everyone, which only made them want to smash him in the face even more, but every effort failed. When the already sleepy kids were thoroughly exhausted, Puck began to collect their weak tosses. In no time he had collected almost every ball and had laid them at his feet. When the kids realized what he had done, they whimpered. Even Natalie let out a little cry.

  Puck picked up the first of his collection and winged it at a boy standing nearby. The ball hit the kid so hard he slid across the floor and out the gym doors. Puck picked up another ball, and another, and another, tossing them at impossible speeds. A tall skinny girl was hit so hard her shoes flew off her feet. One ball hit a group of kids, bouncing off of one and then hitting the next and the next, until they all tipped over like bowling pins. Even Ms. Spangler got cracked hard in the back and nearly swallowed her whistle. By the time it was over, Sabrina, Puck, and Natalie were the only ones left standing.

  "No boundaries!" Ms. Spangler said.

  "What's that mean?" Puck asked.

  "It means we can go after her," Sabrina said, pointing at Natalie.

  He clapped his hands like a happy baby. "School is awesome!" he shouted. He picked up a ball and handed it to Sabrina.

  Sabrina was so happy she could have kissed Puck. Quickly shaking off this thought, she helped him stalk the big girl around the gym. Natalie huffed like an angry bull.

  "If you know what's good for you, you'll drop those balls right now," she threatened them.

  "You're probably right," Sabrina said, tossing the ball at the girl as hard as she could. It smashed into the side of Natalie's face and she fell down. Sabrina had knocked the bully down for the second time in two days.

  "Natalie is out!" Ms. Spangler shouted. "No sides!"

  Sabrina turned to congratulate Puck, just as a ball crashed into the side of her face and sent her reeling. The class cheered and Puck raised his hand in triumph.

  "I won!" he cried. He raised both arms into the air and ran around the gym shouting, "Victory lap!"

  Sabrina could already feel her lip swelling.

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  By the time lunch rolled around, Sabrina was ready to strangle the boy. So when she saw Daphne's smiling face in the cafeteria, it was like seeing a rainbow. The little girl was surrounded by her classmates, who, as they had the day before, looked at her as if she were a movie star. When Daphne spotted Sabrina and Puck, she excused herself and joined them at a table in the far corner of the room.

  "How has your day been?" she asked.

  "It's been horrible," Sabrina said.

  "Tell my sister 1 wasn't talking to her," Daphne said to Puck. "I was talking to you."

  Sabrina rolled her eyes. "How long are you going to be mad at me?

  "Remind my sister that I just said I was not talking to her," the little girl said to Puck.

  Puck grinned. "The squirt says she isn't talking to you."

  "Get over it!" Sabrina cried.

  "Tell my sister when she stops being a snot I will get over it."

  "She says when you stop being a disgusting booger-crusted freak she will honor you with a conversation, but until then, shove off," Puck said.

  "This is ridiculous," the older girl said, staring down at her serving of not-too-green green beans.

  "Ask my sister what ridiculous means," Daphne said.

  "She wants to know what . . ."

  "I heard her!" Sabrina growled at the boy. "It means you are being silly! It means you are being a baby!"

  "Tell my sister that I'm rubber and she's glue and whatever she says bounces off me and sticks to her."

  "Your sister says ..."

  "Puck!" Sabrina shouted. She turned back to her food and took a bite of something she thought might be chicken. It wasn't even close.

  "Well, if you're not going to talk to me, then you won't know that I've found a clue," she said.

  Daphne's face lit up as bright as the sun. "What kind of clue?"

  "Are you done with the silent treatment?" her sister asked.

  "Depends on how good the clue is."

  "You know those dusty footprints we were following last night? Well there's a kid in my homeroom whose feet were covered in the same dust."

  "What did you do?" Daphne asked, interested despite herself.

  "I tried to follow him, but he slipped into the boiler room," Sabrina said. "We're going to have to come back after everyone's gone and do some snooping."

  Daphne smiled and hugged Sabrina.

  Puck sniffed the creamed corn on his tray. He reached down with his bare hand and scooped some up. Then he licked it with his tongue. "Any of those disgusting warts show up, yet?"

  "Ms.
White told me that you don't get warts from touching frogs," the little girl growled. "Not even frog-girls."

  "Ahh, I'm sorry to see that little joke die." The boy sighed as creamed corn dripped down his wrist and onto his clean shirt. "I had you completely freaked out."

  "Hardy-har-har, Puck, you are so un-punk rock," Daphne said, turning her attention to her sister. "So, what's the plan?"

  "First, you have to get a detention," Sabrina said as she eyed her gray hamburger.

  "What?" Daphne cried.

  "Puck got us in trouble, so we have to stay after school. Since the two of us have to stay, you might as well get in trouble, too. We should try to stick together."

  "How am I supposed to get a detention?" the little girl asked.

  "I don't know! Insult your teacher or something."

  "I can't do that to Ms. White!"

  "Yes you can. Be annoying!" Sabrina suggested. "You do it to me every day."

  Daphne looked as if she was going to cry.

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  When the children met at the end of the last period, Daphne was back to giving Sabrina the silent treatment. Sabrina asked her how she'd managed to get detention, but she wouldn't answer. Sabrina shrugged. If she worried every time her sister got mad at her, she'd never have time to do anything else. Daphne would get over it. The important thing was that they were all together. Nothing bad could happen when they were together.

  They walked down the hallway toward the detention room and Puck was nothing but complaints.

  "I can't believe I have to be subjected to this torture," he whined. "I am royalty. To say anything I do is inappropriate in school is just foolish. Everything I do is majestic and regal."

  "So when you were picking your nose in Mr. Cafferty's class, that was regal?" Sabrina asked.

  "Absolutely," he said. "Back home people stand out in the freezing rain for days just to hear a rumor that I picked my nose."

  "Ugh," was all Sabrina could say to Puck's disgusting conversation.

  "This detention is going to be horrible. I've heard stories. Some kids go into that class and never come out, and the ones that do aren't the same."

  "Aren't you being a little dramatic?"

  "Not at all," Puck insisted. "From what I hear, this detention is a house of horrors."

  Sabrina rolled her eyes and opened the detention room door. Immediately she put her hand over Daphne's eyes. Mrs. Heart lay in one corner of the room. Snow White struggled to her feet in another, and in the center was a skeleton in shredded coveralls with a name patch still visible—Charlie. The killer had left one identifying mark on the fabric of the coveralls—a bright red handprint.

  "See, I told you!" Puck said proudly.

  "It's gross, isn't it?" Daphne asked, turning into her sister's arms and hiding her face in Sabrina's sweater.

  "Yes, it's gross," Sabrina whispered.

  "I guess this means we don't have detention," Puck said.

  Daphne pulled herself away from her sister and rushed to Ms. White. The teacher didn't look seriously injured, but was dizzy and disoriented. The children helped her to her feet and sat her at one of the desks in the classroom. Sabrina kneeled down to check on Mrs. Heart. She was breathing normally, but was out cold.

  "What happened, Ms. White?" Sabrina asked.

  The teacher looked confused and mumbled, but only one word was distinguishable: "Wendell."

  Suddenly, there was a loud thump outside the window, followed by a painful moan. The children ran to the window and Sabrina stuck her head out. Below her was Wendell. The boy had jumped out the window, tumbled end over end, and was climbing to his feet.

  "Hey!" she shouted. The boy looked up and his face went pale. He darted off toward the woods as fast as his chubby little legs could carry him.

  Puck's enormous wings burst out of his back. "I'll get the little piggy."

  Sabrina grabbed his arm before he could fly away. "Someone might see you," she cried, dragging the boy back from the window. Instead, she crawled out herself, dropping five feet before landing safely on the ground. Daphne followed and her sister caught her. Puck refused Sabrina's assistance and jumped on his own, his wings no longer visible.

  "He's headed for the forest," Sabrina shouted and the three children sprinted across the field. Wendell was not a fast runner, but he had a big head start. He had already disappeared into the forest by the time the children reached the tree line.

  "We lost him," Sabrina groaned.

  "No, he left a trail," Puck said, pointing at deep, muddy footprints. The group raced on, following the trail.

  "He's confused," the boy said as they followed the footprints up a hill. "He goes in one direction and then turns back and runs the other way. It's slowing him down. We'll find him soon."

  Puck was right. It wasn't long before they found the chubby boy, cornered against a steep rocky wall. When Wendell saw them, he whimpered like a dog and looked frantically for an escape.

  "It's not what you think," he said, wiping his nose with his handkerchief.

  "Then why are you running?" Sabrina asked.

  "I was trying to help," he cried. "I'm trying to stop them."

  "Who's them?" Daphne asked.

  Suddenly, the frightened boy pulled out a small harmonica and raised it to his lips.

  "Don't make me use this!" he shouted.

  "C'mon, tubby," Puck said. "We know you're the killer. We'll take you back and call the cops. It'll all be over in no time. Don't worry, I hear the electric chair only hurts for a second."

  Wendell blew a long, sour note into his harmonica and the whole forest erupted with chatter and scurrying. The noise grew louder and louder and Sabrina thought that at any moment some horrible monster or giant was going to charge out of the brush. But the noise stopped suddenly, and a furry little bunny hopped out from behind a tree. It was the cutest brown rabbit she had ever seen and it bounded over to them and stopped at their feet. It looked up at the children with its soft, warm eyes and made a little twittering noise.

  "A bunny!" Daphne cried, as she knelt down to pet it. "I love him!"

  The rabbit snapped at her finger and let out a horrible, angry hiss.

  "An evil bunny," the little girl said, yanking her finger away.

  "So that's what your harmonica does?" Puck laughed. "Sends a rabbit to kill us?"

  Wendell didn't say anything. He didn't have to. His silence was filled by the sound of hundreds of rabbits pouring into the clearing as if they had heard Puck's taunt. They jostled one another for room, then turned and faced Wendell as if he was some kind of general. It was obvious the boy was controlling them.

  "Guys, I forgot to tell you the other clue I discovered," Sabrina said nervously. "Wendell is an Everafter. He's the Pied Piper's son and apparently the magic runs in the family."

  "Now you listen to me," Puck said, as his wings sprouted from his back and flapped vigorously, until he was floating above the ground. "You're a killer and from what I've been told, that's against the law these days. Now, we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way."

  "Puck, shut up," Sabrina demanded, but the Trickster just kept on talking and Wendell's face grew more and more desperate. Each furry little rodent twitched with eagerness, waiting for the boy to give a command.

  "If you think a bunch of hairy little garden thieves are going to stop me, you are sadly mistaken," Puck continued. "So, call off your fur balls or I'm going to skin the lot of them and make me the biggest winter coat you've ever seen!"

  Wendell lifted his harmonica to his mouth and another sour note rang through the air. The rabbits instantly turned and faced the kids. Their soft brown eyes were now red with anger.

  "Get them," Wendell shouted and, like a furry army, the first wave of rabbits lunged at the children.

  Chapter 7

  hat's the best you can do, fat boy?" Puck shouted, spinning on his heels and transforming into a massive thirteen-foot brown bear. He roared so v
iciously that Sabrina felt it in her toes, but it did nothing to stop the rabbits. They dove onto Puck in waves, knocking his mammoth body to the ground and covering him from head to toe.

  "Puck!" the girls shouted, terrified that he'd been killed. And for a brief moment it seemed as if their fears were true. But the boy soared out of the bunny pile, giant wings flapping, and into the sky. He dipped back down, snatched each girl by the hand, and began an awkward effort to fly out of the forest.