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struggling to stay positive. “Won’t they?”
    â€œSomeday,” Happy assured her in a voice that was not very convincing. She added, “I hope you like it here, Megan. Looks like we’re all gonna be here a long, long time.”
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    Megan couldn’t focus in science and this time she was sure it wasn’t because of zombie brain fog. She was sad, mad, and homesick. She didn’t want to be at Zombie Academy for “a long, long time.” All Megan wanted was to go home, back to her normal life.
    She was so preoccupied that she didn’t see someone rush by her desk toward the supply closet. And she didn’t notice when that same zombie returned, this time pausing to add something red to the slimy blue molecular solution Megan had been working on all period.
    Unfortunately, she didn’t clue in until the experiment turned bright purple and began to bubble over, spilling across the table and onto the floor. It burned a large hole through the desk and dissolved the floor tiles near Megan’s feet.
    The smell was horrible!
    And to make things worse, Dr. Verma made Megan put on protective gear and get a mop, even though the mess totally wasn’t her fault! But it didn’t matter who caused it, the experiment was Megan’s responsibility.
    Through the visor on the thick rubber face mask, Megan could see the Bs gathered together at the back of the room. She hadn’t seen which one did it, but Megan knew the Ghouls were behind the chemical attack.
    Brooke, Betsy, and Brenda were acting busy. Brooke was managing the lab work, writing in a red pen that matched her see-through veins. Brenda was retying the bow on her green prom dress, similarly frilly to yesterday’s — but also torn and dirty with tire tracks down the front. And Betsy was washing her hands with sanitizing lotion.
    â€œMegan, come here for a moment.” Dr. Verma had won a Nobel Prize in chemistry before she contracted zombitus. She was part of the school’s research team. And she had no sense of humor. “You did not follow the experiment’s instructions,” she said in a heavy Indian accent. “And you’ve ruined school property. Can you explain yourself?”
    â€œI —” Megan began to explain, but since she hadn’t seen the Bs actually do anything, she felt uncomfortable blaming them. Even if she was positive they’d caused the damage.
    â€œYes?” Dr. Verma asked.
    â€œI guess I made a mistake.” Megan lowered her head.
    She got a zero on the lab.
    The Mean Ghouls giggled to one another, but Megan didn’t care.
    Her parents would be mad when they heard she wasn’t doing well in science. And still, Megan didn’t care.
    Megan didn’t care about anything. It had been a horrible morning. All she wanted to do was go back to her dorm room, curl up in bed, and cry. Instead, she had to sit on her stool and wait for the others to wrap up their lab experiments.
    Class still wasn’t over when Happy raised her hand. “Dr. Verma, Megan got some chemical slime on herself.”
    Megan looked down and sure enough, whatever the Ghouls had added to her test tube was rapidly eating through the front of Megan’s T-shirt. There was a hole revealing Megan’s belly button, and if shedidn’t change fast, the acid would destroy her entire shirt.
    Happy quickly got permission to go with Megan back to the dorm. Out in the hall, Happy surveyed the damage. The hole was spreading up toward Megan’s neck. “Lame Ghouls,” Happy groaned. “We don’t have time to go all the way to our room.” The bathroom was nearby, and the girls ducked inside. “You have to get that thing off now.”
    Megan jumped into a stall and pulled off the remnants of her acid-eaten top. “What am I going to wear?”
    Happy opened her backpack and pulled out a shirt. She threw it over the stall door to Megan. Megan could barely