Free The Worst Class Trip Ever by Dave Barry Page A

sat on the grass a little ways from everybody else—me, Cameron, Victor, and Suzana. At this point just about everybody had noticed that Suzana was hanging with us losers instead of the
Hot/Populars, but she didn’t seem to care.
    “Okay,” she said. “We need a plan.”
    I said, “I’m still thinking maybe we should call the police.”
    “Really?” she said. “You saw what they texted. If we go to the police, we don’t see Matt again. You think they were kidding?”
    “I don’t know,” I said.
    “You want to take that chance? That they’ll kill him?”
    When she said “kill” it felt like somebody kicked me in the stomach.
    “No,” I said. “But what are we supposed to do? Nothing? Not even tell his parents?”
    “If we tell his parents, they’ll tell the police. Telling his parents could be killing him.”
    Another kick to my stomach.
    “So we do
nothing
?”
    Cameron added, “They said they’d let him go in two days.”
    “Why should we believe them?” I said. “They said they’d let him go at the statue.”
    “Yeah,” said Victor. “But you told them you’d be alone.”
    Another kick. I was going to need a new stomach.
    “So,” I said, “we just sit around for two days, hoping they’re not lying?”
    “Maybe we can find them,” said Suzana. “We saw their car.”
    “A silver minivan,” said Cameron. “Probably only about ten million of those in Washington.”
    “You have a better idea?” said Suzana.
    “He has an iPhone, right?” said Victor.
    We all looked at him.
    “Find My iPhone!” said Suzana. She looked at me. “Does he have that?”
    “I dunno,” I said. “But even if he does, what if it’s not turned on? Or the weird guys turned it off?”
    “We have to hope they didn’t,” said Suzana.
    I said, “Don’t we need a password or something?”
    “We do,” said Victor.
    “You don’t know the password?” said Suzana.
    “No,” I said.
    “Could you figure it out?”
    “I could try.”
    “All right,” said Suzana. “When we get back to the hotel, we work on that.”
    I was starting to realize that Suzana was the kind of person who really liked having a plan.
    We finished eating—or, in my case, watching Cameron eat my squirrel sandwich—and then we walked to our next thing, which was, surprise, a giant stone building. I wouldn’t be
surprised if the rotation of the Earth got messed up from all this stone being dug up somewhere else and moved to Washington.
    This particular giant stone building was the National Archives, which is where they have the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and a bunch of other historic important things.
I’m sure it’s great as far as archives go, but I don’t really remember anything about it, because the whole time I was thinking about Matt. I kept wondering whether he was okay,
and what I should be doing, and what I’d want people to be doing for me if the weird guys took me instead of him.
    We finally got out of the Archives and walked back to the bus. Mr. Barto did another head count, but Suzana tricked him using
exactly
the same trick she did the first time, making her
eyes big and pretending she couldn’t work her window.
    Girls have this
power
. To be honest, it’s a little scary.
    Once the bus was going Victor motioned for me, Cameron, and Suzana to talk with him, so we all leaned in.
    “Okay,” he said. “My dad called me when we were in the National Archives. I sent him a picture of that thing, and he—”
    “What thing?” said Cameron, still filling in for Matt in the role of idiot.
    “The electronic box those guys were after,” said Victor.
    “Ohhh,” said Cameron.
    “What’d your father say?” said Suzana.
    “First of all, he wanted to know where I saw it. He
really
wanted to know where I saw it.”
    “What’d you say?” I said.
    “I lied. I said it was a picture I saw on the Internet, and I wondered if he knew what it was. And he did, right away.”
    “So what is