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discussing chapter four today.
    But it was not to be. On this Tuesday, Ms Day was absent, and a substitute was taking her place. Mr Roth was a frequent substitute at Meadowbrook, and Jenna slumped back in her seat when she saw him at Ms Day’s desk. It was always the same when Roth took over a class. Jenna prepared herself for fifty minutes of utter boredom.
    First, the substitute glanced at the lesson-plan book. ‘You’re supposed to discuss chapter four of Jane Eyre today. Let’s see . . .’ he looked at the roster. ‘Johnson, Alex. Summarize chapter four.’
    A boy responded. ‘Uh, I didn’t get a chance to read it.’
    Roth scowled. ‘Kitchens, Laurie. You summarize chapter four.’
    A girl squirmed in her seat. ‘Um, I did start reading it last night, but I – I fell asleep before I could finish it.’
    Jenna, who rarely volunteered in class, was almost ready to raise her hand and offer a summary, but Mr Roth had apparently already given up.
    ‘Well, you can’t discuss it if you haven’t read it. So, you can all use this class time to read chapter four.’
    The girl sitting next to Jenna raised her hand. ‘What if we’ve already read it?’
    ‘Then read it again,’ Roth stated. ‘Or read chapter five.’ With that, he opened his briefcase, took out a newspaper and unfolded it.
    Students used the unexpected free time for a variety of purposes. Industrious ones started homework assignments. One girl began filing her nails, while a couple of boys put their heads on their desks and closed their eyes. Jenna had no desire to attack homework or sleep, so she scanned the minds of selected classmates for something interesting to entertain her.
    . . . I’ll go to Gametown after school and see if the new Infernal Toxic Battleground Warriors game is in yet . . .
    . . . I wish I had my iPod . . .
    . . . Jane Eyre is boring. Why can’t we ever read anything good? Something with vampires . . .
    Jenna uttered a silent groan. There wasn’t anyone in this class worth spying on . . .
    But that brief thought led her to something actually worth contemplating – the spy in the Gifted class. Someone was taking the information learned in the class and passing it on. How else would people like Serena, Clare and Stuart Kelley know so much about them?
    It had to be Amanda. Everyone else could be eliminated for one reason or another. Emily and Tracey were completely out of the question, of course. It couldn’t be Ken – if he could feel guilty about ignoring the voices in his head, he wasn’t the type to betray his classmates. And according to what Tracey had told them at lunch today, the guilty party wasn’t Martin.
    Sarah . . .? Maybe all that niceness was just a mask. No, Jenna couldn’t suspect Sarah. She might make fun of Sarah, calling her Miss Perfect or something like that, but deep down she instinctively knew that Sarah was a genuinely good person. There was a bit of mystery to her, that was true, but it seemed to be something personal and private. She wouldn’t do anything that would hurt anyone else.
    They could forget about Carter – he couldn’t even communicate. For a brief time, when she first entered the class, she’d toyed with the notion that Carter’s oblivious attitude was an act. But once, when Charles had one of his tantrums and sent books flying off shelves, everyone else in the class had covered their heads. Carter hadn’t even flinched until Madame had instructed him to duck. No, the guy was truly out of it.
    What about Charles? He could be pretty nasty . . . but she remembered how he’d helped her and Ken rescue the kidnapped students. Someone in cahoots with the bad guys wouldn’t have done that.
    No, it had to be Amanda. Before she came to the Gifted class, none of them had been threatened by outside forces. Amanda had no real friends in the class so she had no sense of loyalty to anyone. Tracey had said she thought there was some sort of romantic connection between Amanda and Ken, but