Chapter 2 – Trouble in the Classroom
After lunch and recess, the three friends go to math class, where they find Shatcene, or Eliza, sitting down at their table. She looks up and smirks, as if to say, Ha! You can’t get away from me, can you, Earth? Earth just glares back at her and tightens her fists, as if she were saying, It’s over, Shatcene the drama queen. You aren’t going to ruin my year again! Because finally, I’m with my friends, and you can’t beat us! Earth’s eyes look more green than ever when she glares at Eliza, and all of a sudden, a vine shoots up out of the ground and wraps around Eliza’s chair, pinning her arms to the sides of it.
“Hey! Something’s pinning me to my chair!” Eliza screams, interrupting the teacher, Miss Rainey, and the students.
Earth stops glaring and realizes her fists are glowing green. she quickly releases them and the vine disappears. Miss Rainey walks over and sees nothing keeping Eliza in her chair. Eliza keeps on screaming, until Miss Rainey says,
“Eliza, I see nothing that is keeping you in your chair. Now please step into the hall so we talk. I don’t want you interrupting class again.”
“Miss Rainey, don’t you know that that’s no way to talk to a princess. Now say sorry to Princess Eliza and teach us about volume some more,” Eliza’s best friend, Penelope says.
“If you talk to me that way again, Penelope, you can find yourself in detention along with your friend here,” Miss Rainey says, nodding to Eliza.
“Oh, snap!” Some boys say.
Earth laughs just a little at the boys’ reaction. Miss Rainey leads Eliza out into the hall but forgets to shut the door.
“Miss Rainey-” Marina starts, but is cut off when Earth kicks her in the side of the leg.
Every student in Miss Rainey’s sixth grade math class could hear what Miss Rainey was saying to Eliza.
“You better not interrupt me again, you hear me, Eliza? I want no more of this nonsense in my classroom again! Two hours of detention!”
“B-but Miss Rainey!” Eliza stammers.
“No buts, Eliza. You will be serving detention in the gym, cleaning and waxing the floors for two hours.”
Eliza moans and sulks into the classroom, but quickly changes her mood. She looks at her seat to check that Earth hadn’t put any pins on it. She sits, and starts pretending to be a princess again. She purposefully drops her pencil under the desk and says,
“Dear Earth, will you fetch my pencil for me?”
“No,” Earth replies, “I will not pick up your pencil because I know you dropped it on purpose, only for me to crawl under the desk and get it for you. You can get it yourself.”
“Earth! That is no way to talk to a princess!” Penelope says to Earth.
Earth rolls her eyes and turns back to Eliza, who is looking at her. Earth glares and clenches her fists. Her fists glow green again, and Eliza’s chair is pushed out from under her by a vine. Eliza falls on the ground and screeches. Another vine grabs her hands and ties them to the legs of the desk. Her sparkly pink pencil with the pink feathers and crown topper sits inches from her face. Earth and the other students start laughing while Eliza screams,
“Let me go! Something tied me to the desk! Let go! Earth, I know it’s you doing this!”
Earth loosens her fists and the vines disappear. However Eliza still struggles, acting as if she is still tied to the desk. Miss Rainey walks over, and looks down at Eliza, who looks up and smiles nicely.
“Eliza, you know what I’m going to say about this. There is nothing that is tying you to the desk. Now get your pencil, and sit down in your chair. You now have an additional two hours of detention,” Miss Rainey says.
“And what would that be?” Eliza asks.
“Cleaning the floors and the kitchen ware in the family and consumer sciences room.”
“But that is no job for a princess!” Penelope yells.
“She is not a princess, and neither are you. Now stop back talking me and do your work,” Miss Rainey tells Penelope.
Penelope hangs her head in shame and goes back to work. Inferno slips a piece of paper onto Earth’s desk. It says, What happened, E? It’s like you made those vines appear when you clenched your fists. They were glowing green, after all. Earth reads the note and grabs one of her own sticky notes, folds it into a flower, and writes, No idea. It has to do with our past and, you know, when I ran through that tree, I’m sure of it. Let’s investigate at break time. We can find out then.