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knew I had something to do with Jessica’s enhanced photo. As soon as I got to my room, I called Paul and told him the whole thing.
    â€œNo kidding, she found out?”
    â€œWe’re such idiots,” I said. “Why didn’t we realize that someone she knew would recognize her picture?”
    â€œDoes that mean we need to delete the site?”
    â€œWell, duh,” I said.
    â€œWell, you might want to think twice about getting rid of it. At least right away. We’re starting to get tons of requests and the blog’s really taking off. She’s getting some good e–mails. Let’s stay with it for a few more weeks. I just know we’re getting close.”
    â€œOkay, but if we don’t get something in two weeks, we’re closing it down. My sister has a friend who’s a really good hacker. If she ever finds out, there’ll be another body in the woods. Mine.”
    â€œDon’t worry, no one’s that good.”
    Tuesday, 10–10
    I have Mr. Mackey for Physical Science. He thinks he’s funny but mostly he’s goofy. He does show us some cool things in lab every now and then. Today, he asked Jeff Murray to help him with a demonstration. Mr. M took a rubber hose and attached it to the gas jets and stuck a small funnel in the other end of the hose. He had a tray of liquid soap, like for making bubbles, and he dipped the funnel in it. Then he turned on the gas and blew a bubble. Lying on the counter was a yardstick with a lit candle taped to one end. What he did next was pretty cool. He twisted the funnel with a bubble on the end of it so that the bubble came off and floated in the air. The bubble was full of gas and he grabbed the candle on the stick and poked the bubble.A big whoosh of flame went off in the middle of the room. It was sweet! We all hollered for him to do it again. That’s when he got Jeff up there to help. Jeff is always messing up things, and I think Mr. M thought he could do the candle–stick part and look good in front of the class. How hard could it be? Mr. Mackey told him to wait until the bubble was up in the air but Jeff couldn’t wait. He got so excited that he pushed the candle into the funnel before the bubble even got shook off of it. Our teacher jumped back when the ball of flame covered his hands, and he yelled “Holy crap!” right in front of us. Some people in class laughed but stopped when they saw the hair burned off of Mr. Mackey’s forearm. It stunk too. I don’t think Jeff will be in any more demos.
    After that craziness I went to math class. Mr. L had promised to tell us the answer to the riddle about the twenty–six sheep and how many were left. He made us guess again but he still shook his head at our answers. I’m pretty good at math and I had to know. He said that we might be in the wrong class if we can’t do simple subtraction like this. When he told us that it was nineteen, I couldn’t believe it. “How?” we all screamed. Then he said, “Well, if there were twenty and they were all sick and one died, wouldn’t that be nineteen? You know, twenty
sick
sheep.”
    We felt like a big bunch of suckers. He just laughed at his joke the rest of the period.
    After that, the day was pretty normal. As normal goes for me. We lost the game Friday, so PE was about the same. Robb, the one football player that I sit near in the locker room, said his little brother got knocked down by some big goof at the pep rally. He said it better not have been me. I wanted to say, “Nice game Friday,” but I didn’t. I’m not that stupid.
    Wednesday, 10–11
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    At Youth Group tonight, Paul pulled me aside to talk about our undercover operations. A few kids started to walk toward us, so Paul and I slunk out of the room and down the hall near the restroom. After we looked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear, Paul filled me