said.
I glanced at the faded carpet and peeling wallpaper in the hallway, and thought about the dinner weâd had last night. âYouâre right. Itâs probably not very good.â If we missed it, that was fine with me. I was ready to go back home and wash up. I still smelled like neem, but at least I had all my blood, and no itchy spots.
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THE VALLEY OF LOST TREASURES
â Mom, have you seen my roller skates?â Mandy called. She was on her hands and knees, halfway inside her bedroom closet, searching through a jumbled mess of overstuffed boxes and scattered clothing. The jungle of pants and dresses hanging from the rod above made the search even tougher.
âDid you look in your closet?â her mom called from the kitchen.
âGreat suggestion,â Mandy muttered. She sighed, backed out of the closet, and sat on the floor. Where can they be? She looked under her bed. The skates werenât there. Lots of magazines, plenty of shoes, enough dust bunnies to stuff a pillow, but no skates.
After another half hour of searching, Mandy gave up and called her friend Charlotte. âI canât go skating.â
âWhy not?â
âI canât find my skates,â she said.
âYou can rent skates,â Charlotte said. âItâs not expensive.â
âI donât feel like skating today. Iâll go with you next time.â
Mandy didnât think it would be as much fun without her skates. They fit perfectly. And they were made of real leather. But maybe they wouldnât even fit now. She hadnât worn them in months.
As Mandy headed downstairs, she thought about some of her other favorite things. She hadnât been able to find her stuffed lamb last month when she was doing a multimedia biography for a school project. I havenât seen Lammie in years, she thought. It wasnât just the lamb and the skates. A week ago, sheâd looked all over the house for a special pen her aunt had given her.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw something glitter. Behind the steps, right by the door to the basement, she spotted one of her favorite hair clips. As she bent to reach for it, she realized there was no way it could have gotten there. It had been in a drawer in the bathroom cabinet. Sheâd put it there on Saturday evening, and she knew she hadnât worn it since then.
Something weird was happening. Mandy decided to leave the clip where it was. The next day, it was gone. She opened the basement door and switched on the light. She checked all the steps as she walked down, and then hunted around until she found the clip along the side wall, several feet past the stairs.
It moved, she thought. It almost seemed as if the clip was going somewhere. Mandy wondered where a clip could possibly want to go. There was no way she could stay in the basement and watch it all night. Even if she waited, she had a feeling the clip would never move while she was looking at it.
Maybe she could track it. She went upstairs and scooped a quarter cup of flour out of the canister her mom kept on the kitchen counter. She ran back down, half afraid the clip would have moved again, or maybe disappeared.
But it was there. She sprinkled a dusting of flour on the floor around it. Now, if it moved, thereâd be a trail.
The next morning, Mandy checked the basement as soon as she woke up. She gasped when she realized the clip was gone. She could see signs that it had moved through the flour. She followed the streaky trail to the corner of the basement, beneath an old table.
She crawled under the table and touched the wall. Instead of the cold hard feel of concrete, her fingers met something like velvet. She pushed her arm through. There was emptiness on the other side.
Mandy crawled through the softness of the wall.
It was brighter on the other side. She was in a large field of grass. Ahead, she saw all sorts of objects scattered across the ground.
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