the rest of my life I will be the only one of my kind walking the planet. A mutant dinosaur could get lonely.
âI wouldnât say I enjoy it, exactly,â I slowly reply. âBut I wouldnât say itâs the worst thing that ever happened to me, either.â I hand the boy back my autograph, careful not to scratch him with my claw.
The boy looks down reverently at the little piece of paper. He utters a barely audible âThank you, sir.â The bell rings and he and his companions race up the stairs, to share the exciting news of their Close Encounter of the Amphibious Kind.
Sam and Lucille come running over to me. âYou were great, Charlie,â Lucille says. âWeâre really proud of you.â
âYeah,â Sam adds. âYou killed.â
âI did?â I say, worried.
âIn a funny way,â Sam explains. âNot in a Tyrannosaurus rex kind of way.â
Sam, Lucille, and I hurry up the stairs toward English class. A bunch of middle-schoolers follow close behind, whispering excitedly and pointing at me. Alice Pincus pushes her way through the crowd to let me know she thinks my tail is âway cool.â âGreat,â I reply. âBe sure to tell your mom.â Go figure. Rachel Klempner practically steps on Alice Pincus to get closer to me, says Iâm a âgifted public speaker,â and asks if I have ever thought about having my own talk show. âIt was an honor and a privilege to be in the same room with you, Charlie Drinkwater.â When Rachel Klempner gives you a compliment itâs like getting licked by a cat. At first it feels good, and then you canât wait for it to be over.
âCâmon, Charlie,â Lucille says, nudging me. âLetâs go. Weâre late.â
One of the Schlissel twins (theyâre not wearing their baseball caps today so itâs impossible to tell which one is which) stops me to ask if Iâd like to go toss a football around with him sometime. This is not exactly my idea of a great time. But when Dirk or Dack Schlissel asks you to do something, you donât say no. âYeah, sure. Why not?â I reply. Evidently being a big hit at your own assembly can do wonders for your popularity scorecard.
Everyone wants to talk to me. And tells me how great I am. And asks me to hang out with them. A creature could get used to this kind of attention.
âMove your tail, Charlie,â Sam says.
âIt must be a terrible strain on you, Charlie,â Lucille says. âAll those adoring fans clamoring for your attention.â
âYeah,â Sam agrees. âBetter watch out or youâll get a swelled head, pal.â
âYou really think it could get any bigger?â Lucille jokes.
âVery funny, guys,â I say. âNothingâs happening to the size of this head. These flippers are staying firmly planted on the ground.â
âGood,â Sam says. A smile flashes over his face and then disappears when Larry Wykoff approaches and asks if Iâd be willing to do an interview with him this afternoon after sixth period for the front page of tomorrowâs edition of
The Sentinel
. âMaybe,â I say casually. âIâll have to check my schedule and get back to you after lunch.â Translation:
â ARE YOU KIDDING!?!?!?!? â
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
THE LUNCH BELL is going to ring any minute. But I get a âspecial permission slipâ to leave math class early so I can make it through the lunch line without creating a disturbance. Principal Muchnick says Iâd better do everything I can to avoid any more âincidents.â
Two Banditoes have already received demerits for spying on me during class and trying to take my picture through a crack in the door with their cell phones. In between third and fourth period, several eager sixth-graders approached me and offered to give me their lunch if I promised to sit next to them in the
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