The Superstar Sister by Lexi Connor Read Free Book Online

something.”
    “Look,” George said. “He’s going back into the kitchen with his backpack on. I wonder why.”
    They all looked at one another. “Let’s go see,” B said. “I’ve got a funny feeling about this.”
    “We can’t just follow him,” Trina said. “He’ll see us, and then he’ll stop doing … whatever it is he was planning on.”
    “I’ve got an idea,” B said. “Let’s go!”
    They dumped their trash and exited the cafeteria, then stood in the hallway next to the kitchen, where the beginning of the lunch line formed. The halls were empty, since all the sixth-graders had already gone through the line.
    “I’m going to make us smaller,” B said, “so we can sneak in there and listen to what he’s saying. We’ll be like little mice.”
    “Um, B,” Trina said nervously. “Remember how this didn’t go so well last time? At the Enchanted Chocolates factory?”
    Trina had a point. Last time they shrunk themselves, it took some fancy magical footwork to return Trina to her proper size. But B brushed her concern aside. “It’ll work better this time,” she said. “I learn from my mistakes.” And, thinking hard about the three of them, she spelled, “M-I-N-I-A-T-U-R-E.”
    The hallway around them grew larger and larger, as they got smaller and smaller. When they stopped shrinking, B realized she was about the height of one of the small ceramic tiles on the wall. Awesome!
    “B?” Trina said. “People call me Kat. They don’t ever call me Mouse.”
    B grinned. “Good one, Trina. I …” She stopped when she’d taken a closer look at her friend.
    She’d sprouted mouse ears and a tail! George, too.
    B felt her own scalp, and, sure enough, poking out from her own head was a pair of mousey ears. A long tail swished behind her when she turned to look.
    “At least it’s only ears and a tail,” B said, feeling sheepish. “Look at the bright side.”
    “I hope this doesn’t last as long as the time you turned me into half-boy, half-zebra,” George muttered.
    “I’ll fix it,” B said. “But if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss whatever Jason’s got planned. Let’s go!”
    They ran as fast as they could through the kitchen door and climbed into the base of a brass post supporting the cordon rope that marked off the flow of the lunch line. Surely no one would notice them there.
    “Lunch was delicious today,” Jason was saying. “Waffle day is one of my favorites.”
    “We served pancakes today,” Mrs. Gillet, the cafeteria manager, said.
    “Er, right,” Jason said. “Um, when do you think you’ll serve waffles next?”
    “It’ll be listed on the menu.”
    “Well, do you think you could check? Right now?”
    B, George, and Trina exchanged glances. Jason was trying to get rid of her.
    “We’re all kind of busy here, getting ready for the seventh-grade lunch,” Mrs. Gillet said.
    Jason began to sniffle and rub his eyes. “I … I just … I just really like waffles….” B and George and Trina gaped at one another. Crying? Nobody would buy that.
    The cafeteria manager rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, it’s all right. Wait here a sec and I’ll go look at the monthly menu.” She wiped her hands on her apron and disappeared into the rear of the kitchen.
    Jason’s tears dried up immediately. He smiled, smug as anything, and popped behind the serving counter.
    “What’s he doing?” Trina peeped in a tiny voice.
    “He’s getting something off a shelf and stuffing it in his backpack,” B said. “I can’t see what it is, but he’s taking two — no, three of them.”
    “Lousy thief,” George muttered. “Why does heneed to go robbing a school cafeteria? What’s he after, ketchup?”
    “Ssh! Here he comes!” B hissed. Sure enough, at the sound of the cafeteria manager’s returning footsteps, Jason bolted out from behind the corner and stood as if he hadn’t budged an inch.
    “Waffle day is two weeks from tomorrow,” Mrs. Gillet said. B peered around the