18 Slimed!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Slimed! Adhesion (noun). This is the force that binds molecules together. And it's the reason why iron filings don't slip right out of magnetic slime. "MAGNETIC SLIME!" I scooped up the black blob on the desktop. "That stuff has iron in it, which is magnetic. I just watched Dr. Caroline make magnetic slime with iron oxide, glue, and borax last week." And Ms. Daly had a bottle of iron oxide powder on her desk back in her lab! The blob oozed between my fingers and felt awesome and gross at the same time. I pressed it against the drawer. It stuck right to it. "Jeremy was right about the magnet," I said. "But I have no clue what to do next." "The plastic wrap!" screamed Birdie. She zipped into the WC and sprinted back into the lab,

removing the plastic wrap from the toilet paper as she ran. Palming the slime, she wrapped it in the plastic and tossed it to Elijah. "What are you doing?" asked Memito. "No questions," begged Jeremy, pointing at the timer. "Two minutes." My heart thudded so loudly it could probably be heard clear across the school. Elijah used the magnetic slime, now wrapped up in plastic, to slide the magnet in the drawer to the left. The drawer opened! Waving my flashlight, we all peered inside. But there was nothing. "It's empty!" moaned Memito slapping his hands against his forehead. "We're running out of time." "This is so bad," said Jeremy. "We're not getting out," said Birdie with a dramatic sigh. "We can!" I cheered, but honestly, I wasn't so sure. In fact, I was really starting to doubt it. "Hey, nobody talk for a second," said Elijah. "Let's think." "The black light!" shouted Phoenix. I grabbed the light off the table. There were only sixty seconds left.