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look all that happy about it. She wasn’t nearly as smiley as she was the day before. “Open up your math books.”

    Ugh! We had to do reading and writing and math all morning. I thought my head was going to explode. Then Ms. Todd forced us to play more of her dumb games where nobody wins or loses. What’s the point of playing? I thought I was gonna die. I couldn’t wait for lunchtime.
    â€œI miss Miss Daisy,” Ryan said as soon as we sat down in the vomitorium.
    â€œI miss miss Miss Daisy,” said Michael. “Ms. Todd is weird.”
    â€œDo you notice that every time I say anything, she writes something down on her piece of paper?” I asked. “What’s up with that?”
    â€œSubs have to write a report about what happens in class,” Andrea said. “You’re going to be in big trouble when Miss Daisy gets back and reads Ms. Todd’s report.”
    â€œAll Ms. Todd ever does is teach stuff,” said Ryan. “She’s like a robot teacher.”
    â€œHey, maybe Ms. Todd isn’t a teacher at all,” I said. “Did you ever think of that?”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” asked Emily.
    â€œMaybe she’s a robot in the body of a human, and she was sent here to takeover the Earth,” I said. “I saw that in a movie once.”
    â€œStop trying to scare Emily,” Andrea said.
    â€œI’ll bet that robot Ms. Todd murdered Miss Daisy so she could take over her job,” Michael said. “Subs do that all the time, you know.”

    â€œYeah,” I said, “after the robot subs murder all the human teachers, they’llprobably create a race of robot zombie clones to brainwash kids and take over the world.”
    â€œIf Ms. Todd finds out we know,” Ryan said, “she might murder one of us to keep us quiet.”
    â€œWe’ve got to do something!” said Emily, and she went running out of the vomitorium.
    Emily is weird.
    â€œMaybe we should call the police,” Ryan suggested. “They could arrest Ms. Todd.”
    â€œWe need to find some evidence first,” said Michael, “so we can get the goods on her.”
    â€œWhat goods?” I asked.
    â€œI don’t know,” Michael said. “But you always have to get the goods on criminals.”
    Michael’s dad is a policeman, so he knows all about crime and murder and stuff.
    After lunch we headed back to class. Me and Ryan and Michael tiptoed around the hallway pretending to be detectives so we could get the goods on Ms. Todd. It was cool.
    â€œIf there has been a murder,” Michael told us when we got to our classroom, “there has to be a murder weapon. You guys look around for one. I’ll see if I can find a few strands of Ms. Todd’s hair.”
    â€œWhy do you want her hair?” I asked.
    â€œSo my dad can do a DNA test on it,” Michael said. “Once we get her hair, we’ll have the goods on her and we can throw her in the slammer.”
    I still didn’t know why we needed Ms. Todd’s hair. I didn’t know what a slammer or DNA were either. But I didn’t say anything because I figured gifted and talented kids like me should know stuff like that.
    No one was back from lunch yet. Ms. Todd was probably still in the teachers’ lounge. That’s a room where teachers sit around in hot tubs all day. So me and Ryan looked around the classroom formurder weapons. A piece of chalk? A flag? The blackboard eraser? It would be really hard to murder somebody with an eraser.
    â€œWhat if you forced somebody to eat the eraser?” asked Ryan. He is always thinking about eating stuff that is not food. Ryan is weird.
    â€œDid you find the murder weapon yet?” Michael asked us.
    â€œNo,” I said. “Did you find a strand of Ms. Todd’s hair?”
    â€œNo,” he said.
    â€œSo what do we do now?” asked Ryan.
    â€œWe’ll have to question Ms.