Slappy- Stealing Test

“Oh.” I muttered a startled cry.
I heard the chirp sound again. Just a quiet chirp, not loud enough to make any of the kids glance up from their reading.
I glanced around the room again. I wanted to find what made that sound.
But no time. I felt a tingle in my head. Like a buzzing. The room went cloudy for a moment, then bright again.
I started to walk past Miss Hathaway’s desk. I saw her red-framed eyeglasses on top of her assignment book. Her brown canvas pocketbook. A blue-and-white scarf thrown over the back of her chair.
Then something caught my eye on the corner of her desk.
What was that? I squinted hard. The History test for tomorrow?
Just sitting there. Out where anyone could take it.
I chuckled to myself. I made sure no one was watching. Then I grabbed the test, rolled it into a tube, and carried it to my seat near the back of the room.
I stuffed it into my backpack. Two seconds later, Miss Hathaway walked into the room.
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“Then who took it? Come on. Somebody confess.” Miss Hathaway’s eyes moved slowly from face to face.
She didn’t even glance at me. She knew Jackson Stander would never steal a test. She knew what a good, honest dude I am.
As I watched her, I had to laugh. Ha-ha. Too bad for you losers. I’ll get an easy A tomorrow. I’ll get every single answer right.
Whoa. Wait. I suddenly realized the kids were all staring at me. Miss Hathaway, too.
Oh, no. They were staring at me because I was cackling at the top of my lungs.

- Son of Slappy, chapters 18 and 19