running across the blacktop with Kyler fake-swinging his snack bag at me when we notice a whole group of kids clustered around a boy from another class. He’s talking loudly and looking toward the school office, saying something like, “The guy was freaked!” We exchange glances and run over to listen.
“No seriously, Ryan O’Driscoll was attacked! Guy jumped out at him from an alley.”
“How do you know?” someone asks.
“I told you, he was in the office when I went for a bandage.”
“Did he get mugged?”
“No, but the lady from the laundromat found him. She said he refused to go home, so she brought him to school.”
“He wanted to come to school instead of going home? That’s weird,” another kid jokes.
“I heard them talking. Then they sent him to see Miss Wendy.”
Miss Wendy is the school counselor. She comes into our class to talk about bullying and being fair on the playground, things like that. Kyler nudges me. We make for the bushes, but some other kids have already snagged them, so we hide behind the Lost and Found rack instead.
“What are we gonna do?” he says. “Do you think the laundromat lady saw us, too? Do you think Ryan’ll say we were with him?”
“If he does, our moms will find out we were on the wrong street, not the mom-approved route. They’ll be really mad,” I say. We look at each other.
“What can we do?” Kyler asks.
I shrug. “I suppose we should come clean and tell Miss Wendy we saw everything. But we’ll be in real trouble. We shouldn’t have left Ryan behind.”
Kyler ignores my last comment. “Tell Miss Wendy about our Celt? No way!”
“Keep your voice down. He’s our secret. Remember? No one knows except us.”
“And Ryan,” Kyler says.
“Ryan saw him, but he doesn’t know he’s a Celt. Only we know that. Even you didn’t recognize him at first.”
“Don’t remind me. I totally blew it.” Kyler hammers on his head with a fist. “I’m so dumb. We had the chance to talk to him, actually talk to him, and find out how this whole thing works, and I ran away. If he’s gone back to his own time now, I’ll—”
“Maybe he can’t get back yet,” I interrupt, feeling myself grin like a dopey dog while I wait for Kyler’s reaction.
“What do you mean?”
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