6 It’s Time for Toilet Paper

CHAPTER SIX IT'S TIME FOR TOILET PAPER WE SKIPPED LUNCH the next day. I think we were all too nervous to eat anyway. It was time to launch our plan. I couldn't wait to find out how many Skittles were in Principal Shelton's jar. I thought about that a lot the previous night. It kept me up for a while. As everybody else in third grade went to get their lunch, I met Rosie right outside the girls' bathroom. The boys' bathroom was across the hall from the girls' bathroom. That worked out perfectly for our plan. Simon got there less than a minute after Rosie and I

met. He asked, "Did you fill it up?" I shook my backpack so he could hear that we did. He nodded and said, "Great." "Do you have your flip-flops?" Rosie asked him. Like me, he shook his backpack a little. "They're

in here." "Here are your supplies," Rosie said to him and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small plastic baggie with a tube of superglue, a thumbtack, and some nail clippers inside. "You know what to do." I said, "We'll meet back here in a few minutes." Simon tiptoed into the boys' bathroom. He didn't have to tiptoe or anything. He just did it for fun and to be dramatic. Rosie and I went into the girls' bathroom. And we got started. Rosie pulled out the toilet paper from the giant roll in the first bathroom stall. It ran all the way from the dispenser, under the stall door and, ultimately, to Rosie's hand. I stood in front of the sinks. I spread my legs apart and stretched my arms out wide.

Rosie wrapped that toilet paper all around me, starting at my ankles and working her way up each leg. When she got to my stomach, Rosie held the toilet paper in one place as I turned slowly around a bunch of times. That worked much faster. "Halfway there," Rosie whispered, biting her lip. I think she was afraid the toilet paper might tear. She definitely didn't want to start over. We didn't have a whole lot of time. Lunch period would be finished in ten minutes. When Rosie got up to my armpits, I stopped spinning and she took over again. She wrapped my left arm and then my right arm. Finally, she wrapped my head, leaving plenty of room for my eyes, nose, and mouth. When she was done, Rosie tore off the toilet paper and tucked that loose end underneath one of the layers at my back.

"Oh my—" Rosie said and slapped her hand over her mouth. I could see her smiling behind her hand. "What?!" She shook her head and put her hands on my shoulders. She turned me around to look in the mirror above the sink.

When I saw myself, I knew one thing for sure. I was just a few minutes away from those Skittles. HOW DO YOU THINK THIS PLAN WILL WORK OUT?