12 Table 5’s Turn

CHAPTER TWELVE TABLE 5'S TURN OUR PLAN WAS pretty simple. We had already asked Mr. Willow if we could be last—and he said yes. It was Simon's job to stand near the window and look out at the greenhouse every now and then. If it seemed to be getting brighter or glowing, then we'd know our firefly project had worked. And we could go outside and show it to Mr. Willow. If it didn't, then we would show our bogus backup solar system project. Rosie and I were super nervous. We wanted Mr. Willow to go slow to give more fireflies a chance to find the magnified light and be attracted to it.

It took about thirty minutes for Mr. Willow to look at all the other tables. There was a model of a volcano, a Mentos and Diet Coke geyser, a daffodil that had turned blue, and some other cool projects. Mr. Willow said Katie's solar system model was pretty good. "I knew she'd copy us," Rosie whispered. I smiled and said, "But she didn't copy the right thing." We kept looking over at Simon as Mr. Willow got closer and closer to our table. Simon kept shrugging his shoulders. He came over once to say it was too far away to tell. He thought maybe the greenhouse was glowing a bit—but maybe not. It was so bright in the classroom, it was hard for Simon to see outside. Mr. Willow was about thirty seconds away from

our table. We looked over at Simon one last time. He shrugged again. "What should we do?" I whispered to Rosie. "I don't think we should risk it," Rosie said. I could tell she was disappointed. "If we don't know it worked, we better just show

our dumb solar system balls." "It might have worked," I whispered. "We can't risk it," Rosie whispered back. "It could have worked." "We can't." "Maybe it worked." "We don't know," Rosie whispered and grasped the poster board that covered our Styrofoam planets. Mr. Willow, our classmates, and all the parents gathered around Table 5. "Okay, Table 5," Mr. Willow announced. "I'm expecting big things here." Rosie looked down at the poster board. She knew what was behind it. I could see the frown on her face. She was embarrassed. She didn't want to lift it up— but Rosie knew she had to.

And then Simon yelled, "Wait!"

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