Moonlight Secrets by R.L. Stine Read Free Book Online

on the computer.
    Shark double-clicked the Photoshop icon and started clicking and typing furiously. The doorbell rang, and I ran downstairs to answer it.
    It was just a package for my mom from UPS. When I returned to my room, Shark was still hunched over the keyboard, working intently.
    I gazed at the monitor. “Hey, what is that?”
    A grin spread over his face. “Check this out, dude.”
    I leaned closer to the screen. It took me a few seconds to recognize it—the senior class Web site. It’s the site where they post homework assignments, news and announcements, special dates to remember—junk like that.
    â€œIt’s the class Web site,” I said. “So?”
    Shark’s grin grew wider. “I found a way to hack into it.”
    â€œYou mean . . . ?”
    â€œWatch,” he said. He typed some more, then clicked a few things with his mouse.
    A color photo appeared in the Class News Bulletin section. A photo of a humungous hog.
    â€œWhat’s up with the hog?” I asked.
    Shark had his eyes on the screen. “It won a prize at the Shadyside Fair last month.”
    â€œBig whoop,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t know you were into hogs, Shark.”
    â€œJust shut up and watch,” he said. Heclicked some more, sliding the mouse rapidly, concentrating hard.
    He changed the photo. Candy’s face replaced the hog’s face. It was Candy’s yearbook photo.
    I stared at it for a few seconds. Candy’s face on the huge, gross hog. And then I burst out laughing.
    It was totally perfect. Awesome!
    â€œI’m not finished,” Shark said. He typed in a caption. He changed one letter in Candy’s last name. He changed her name from Shutt to Slutt.
    And then he wrote a short paragraph under the photo:
    NEWS BULLETIN
    Candy Slutt may miss second semester because she’s expecting a litter of baby hogs.
    He moved the photo and caption over to the news section of the Web site. It really looked like part of the senior news page.
    Shark and I both laughed. It was a riot.
    â€œYou’re not going to send it, are you?” I asked. “I mean, no one else will see it?”
    He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re kidding,right? Everyone will see it, Nate. I told you. I hacked into the Web site.”
    â€œBut . . . you could get in major trouble,” I said. “Change it back, man. I mean, really. Change it back. If Mr. Gonzalez finds out. Or what’s-his-name, that new vice-principal—”
    â€œThey won’t know who did it,” Shark said.
    â€œBut Candy will know who did it,” I said. “Candy will know, and—”
    â€œSo what?” Shark replied. He shrugged. “So what if Candy knows? What could happen?”

11
    Shark’s little hog joke worked better than he ever imagined.
    I was at my locker on Monday morning when Candy arrived at school. I heard the kids oinking behind her back. She pretended not to hear it, but I saw her face turn bright red and her mouth tighten in a tense scowl.
    â€œOink. Oink.”
    â€œRunnnnk runnnk.”
    Guys made hog sounds when Candy walked past. People giggled. And I heard some girls whispering about “Candy Slutt ” and laughing. Of course, they stopped when Candy came close to them.
    But I knew that Candy heard them. You just had to look at Candy’s face. I mean, she was ready to explode.
    She stopped me in the hall as I was walking into homeroom. She pushed me hard by the shoulders, backing me against the tile wall.
    â€œShark did it—didn’t he?” she asked through gritted teeth. Her breath smelled like bacon. No kidding. I almost burst out laughing. I guess she had bacon and eggs or something for breakfast.
    But I pictured that gross hog photo, so totally fat with Candy’s round, smiling face on it. And there she was, smelling like bacon. And I almost totally lost it.
    She shoved me