8 Ch8-The Secret of the Secret Room

Chapter 8 The Secret of the Secret Room I wrote this note and slipped it to Michael: Meet after school by the big turtle. We can sneak into Miss Lazar's secret room. Pass note to Ryan. Michael read the note and gave me the thumbs-up sign. Then he passed the note

over to Ryan. Ryan read the note and gave me the thumbs-up sign. Then he put the note in his mouth and started chewing it. Ryan will eat anything, even stuff that is not food. He's weird. At the end of the day, me and Michael and Ryan met in the playground near the big turtle. "I just saw Miss Lazar mopping the vomitorium," said Michael. "She'll be there at least a half an hour." "Let's go!" I said. We snuck back in the school through the side door, being quiet like mice. We tiptoed down the steps to the basement. "Hey, why did you eat the note?" I whispered to Ryan.

"I had to destroy the evidence so it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands," said Ryan. "I saw somebody do that in a movie once." "Good thinking," I said, even though I think Ryan just likes eating paper. "Shhh!" Michael shushed. We slid against the walls and crouched down low so nobody would see us. We were like real secret agents, except we didn't have guns or trench coats. It was cool. The door to Miss Lazar's office was wide open. We went inside. "Quick!" Ryan said. "Somebody could come in any minute." I went to the door of the secret room. It

was closed. I put my hand on the knob. It turned. I pulled open the door. It was a little room, not much bigger than a closet. It was dark in there. We couldn't see much. Something was hang- ing on the walls. "Turn on the light," said Michael. I found a switch on the wall. You'll never guess in a million hundred years what was hanging all over the walls in Miss Lazar's secret room. I'm not going to tell you. Okay, okay, I'll tell you. Toilet bowl plungers! There must have been about twenty of them! There were big plungers and little plungers. Fat plungers and skinny

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plungers. Plungers in every color. Some of them had little cards next to them explaining what company made the plunger or what year it was made. It was like a museum of toilet bowl plungers! "Wow!" I said. "Miss Lazar really likes toilet bowl plungers! My mom collects glass papetweights, and my uncle Eric collects old radios, but I never heard of anyone who collected toilet bowl plungers. That's a weird thing to collect. We closed the door to the secret room and got out of there fast. Miss Lazar is bizarre!