chapter7
　　schoolisjustsimplyboring.andmibrookeissimplylame.
　　theclaroomseemedtobeincrediblyquietandcalmwhenericaenteredthenextmorning.andguewhythatis?tommyi’theretoday.longlivethearrangement.nooneknowswhyhe’saent——andnoonecares.
　　mibrookecameintotheclaroomwanly.“ummhummm…”sheclearedherthroat.“erica,i’dliketohaveawordwithyou.”shehadthisweirdlookonherfaceasifshehadjustcamebackfromthemoonandwasfreakedoutbyaalien.
　　“whathaened?whyismibrookegettingallookedup?”ericathought.
　　“takeaseatnow.”mibrooke’svoicesoundedserious.
　　“idon’tknowifyouhaveheardthisbuttommyvarnished.icalledhisparentsandtheyhavenoideaeither.accordingtoyourwordsyesterday,iwasthinkingthatyoumighthaveknownanydetails……”
　　“waitamin!”ericainterrupted.“you’renotsuectingmedoinganythingbadagaittommy,areyou?”sheblushedwithanger.
　　“it’shardnottothinkthatway,sinceyoucursedhimdeadyesterday.”theteacher’svoicewasgettingray.
　　“ididn’tcursehim!wheredidyougetthatfrom?”ericaexplained.
　　“wasitheonemakingallthethingsup?whowastheonewith‘tommyursoooooooodead!!’?”mibrookeimitatedloathsomely.
　　“ididn’tmeanit,iwasjustmad!anyonewouldsaythatwhenshe’smad!”howcouldsheeverbealittlemoreunderstanding?
　　“wellgirl,tommyisgoneandyou’rethefirstsuect.”
　　“maybehejustdisaearedduringhissleepliketheotherteenagers.”ericaobjected
　　“huh?whatteenagers?”ericaforgotshewastheonlyonewhogottheecialnewaper.
　　“nevermind.butgivemeachance.i’llfigureitoutandgiveyouanawerbytheendofthisweek,ok?”
　　“ok,butyou’dbetterstartworkingonit.youdon’twanttogoinjail,doyou?”
　　ericawentoutoftheroomwithapaleface,howthehellwouldsheknewwhytommydisaeared?