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stared at him. He had absolutely no idea what a Pythagorean theorem was.
    ‘I — I —’ he stammered and then gave up. ‘I don’t know,’ he said.
    Even Mr Croxall was stunned. He checked Boris’s calculation on his laptop. ‘You’re right, Boris. Very good.’
    Jonty stared at the boy who looked liked Boris sitting opposite him. There was no way his mate Boris could have given that answer. This had to be an evil robot that looked like him.
    Mr Croxall continued with the class.
    ‘Pssst!’
Mike tried to attract Boris’s attention. Unsuccessfully.
    Jonty chewed up a bit of paper and flicked it at Boris with his ruler. He missed completely and hit Nathaniel, who looked up sharply.
    ‘Sorry,’ mouthed Jonty and pointed at Boris.
    Nathaniel shrugged. He was as shocked as anyone at Boris’s answer, but he was determined to work out the answer for himself. He would be looking up ‘Pythagorean theorem’ the minute he got home.
    Jonty and Mike grew frustrated at being ignored by their friend and eventually Mike snapped.
    ‘That’s it, I’ve had enough!’
    He sneaked a tennis ball out of his backpack and hurled it at Boris, while Mr Croxall was writing on the whiteboard.
    ‘Ow!’ Boris jumped up glowering at Mike. ‘I was trying to concentrate on my work!’ he shouted.
    Mr Croxall whipped round and looked at Boris, who was staring so furiously it seemed like he might explode. ‘Brockman, calm down,’ he said slowly.
    The tennis ball bounced around the floor between the desks, but Mike just stood there, stunned at Boris’s anger.
    ‘Sorry, sir.’ Boris sat down quickly.
    ‘Did you throw that ball?’
    Mike didn’t answer.
    ‘Answer me!’
    ‘Yeah,’ he said.
    ‘Go to the principal’s office immediately!’
    ‘That’s so unfair. You never used to send anyone to the principal’s office! Why now?’ Mike smarted.
    ‘You heard me!’ Mr Croxall pointed to the door. If Brockman was an example of what happened in the principal’s office, he would happily send everyone there.
    ‘But, sir —’ Jonty tried to defend him.
    ‘NOW!’
    Just as Mike started to move, a voice came over the school loudspeaker system. ‘Michelle Moore, Adam Bayes, Meena Shah report to the principal’soffice.’ It seemed that Mike was not the only student behaving badly.
    At break the whole school was talking about the number of students who had been sent to the principal’s office. The three from Jonty’s class were nothing; Mr Needham had sent his entire Year 10 Physics class.
    ‘Something’s definitely up,’ said Jonty. ‘Boris has been taken over by aliens or something.’
    ‘And Anastasia hasn’t texted anyone all morning,’ Miranda added. ‘That’s seriously weird.’
    ‘Nelson Barrow, Michael McDougall, Lynn Anderson, report to the principal’s office.’ The loud speaker again.
    Lynn Anderson was in the group talking to Jonty. She looked up in alarm. ‘I’ve haven’t done anything,’ she said. ‘I’ve done nothing wrong!’
    ‘Don’t go,’ said Jonty suddenly. ‘It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to go just because some official voice tells you to.’
    ‘I’ll be in even more trouble, if I don’t. Besides, it could because I did really well at something,’ she said. No one believed her.
    ‘You don’t have to go,’ Jonty argued.
    ‘I do,’ she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She swallowed hard, waved goodbye and headed for the principal’s office.
    Everyone in the schoolyard stared at the speakers, waiting to see who would be called next — terrified that it would be them. The speakers crackled again. ‘Adam Rubner, John Dyason, Elizabeth Hall report to the principal’s office.’
    Prune was sitting on the steps by the library, near where the other students were talking. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said out loud. Everyone turned round.
    ‘Who cares if you’re sorry?’ Miranda said.
    ‘It’s my fault. I was using my fortune-telling cards to predict when Croxall was coming