rabbit?” I called out loud, my voice quivering. “Where did you go?”
Panic made my chest flutter. My heart was thudding like a drum.
I checked the windows. All closed.
So the rabbit couldn’t have escaped outside.
I dropped to my hands and knees and searched the floor.
No sign of it.
I crawled along the radiator, searching inside the hot air vents.
No. No rabbit.
“Ohhhh.” A weak sigh escaped my mouth. I felt sick.
How could I ever explain to my dad?
I climbed to my feet and opened the supply closet door. I clicked on the light and gazed all around for the rabbit.
No. Not in the closet.
When I turned around, I heard footsteps. Mr. Kimpall stepped into the room, carrying a cardboard container of coffee.
“Sam?” He stopped at the doorway. “What are you doing in here? Why aren’t you at lunch?”
“The rabbit … ” I choked out. “It’s … gone!”
Mr. Kimpall’s eyes went to the open cage. His face filled with alarm. “How did it get out? I didn’t seeanyone go near it.”
“The clasp was opened,” I said. “I—I’ve got to find it. My dad will kill me!”
Mr. Kimpall glanced around the room. “It couldn’t have gone far,” he said. “Don’t worry, Sam. We’ll find it. I’ll tell Ms. Simpkin to make an announcement. We’ll have the whole school searching.”
“I’ve got to find it now !” I shouted. “The rabbit is so valuable. If anything happens—”
He checked his watch. “I have to meet with some parents right now. But it won’t take long. I’ll be right back, Sam. And then I’ll help you search.”
He hurried from the room.
I can’t just stand here and wait, I thought. I’ve got to keep searching. I need some help.
I hurried out to the hall. I closed the classroom door behind me in case the rabbit was hiding somewhere in the room.
Then I ran to the lunchroom. I found Tonya just finishing her lunch at a table of girls.
“Quick—you’ve got to help me!” I cried. I tugged her up from her chair.
“Sam, what’s your problem?” she asked.
“The rabbit—it got out.”
“Oh, no.” She started to follow me out of the lunchroom.
Simpson hurried after us. “Did you say the rabbit escaped?” he asked.
I nodded. “It didn’t escape. Someone let it out.”
His mouth dropped open. “The imp,” he muttered.
I felt a chill of fright at the back of my neck. “No. … ” I muttered.
“My cousin told me you had a fight with the imp yesterday,” Simpson said.
I squinted at him. “Your cousin?”
“Yeah, Tim Poster. Did you really tear off the imp’s tail?”
Tonya and Simpson both stared hard at me.
“Well … yeah. I did,” I answered. “But you don’t think. … ” My voice trailed off.
“If the imp took the rabbit, you’ll never see it again,” Simpson said. “That will be the imp’s revenge.”
“Simpson, don’t scare him!” Tonya cried. “First we have to help Sam search, okay?”
“Yeah. Sure,” Simpson said. “But the imp always has to have his revenge. That’s why you should never fight it. Never give it a hard time. It isn’t worth it.”
“Stop talking about the imp,” Tonya said. “Can’t you see Sam is scared to death?”
I led the way back to the classroom. “It might still be in the room,” I said. I crossed my fingers on both hands and held them up in front of me.
Tonya patted me on the back. “We’ll cover every inch,” she promised.
We searched the entire room, up and down. Then we went to the next classroom and searched there.
Kids started coming back to class. Lunch period was nearly over.
I asked if anyone had seen my rabbit. But no one had.
“How did it get out of the cage?” a girl asked me. “Good question,” I replied unhappily.
Still no sign of Mr. Kimpall. I decided I’d better go to the principal’s office and ask Ms. Simpkin to make an announcement over the loudspeakers.
“Please keep searching,” I told Tonya and Simpson. Then I hurried down the hall.
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