Free The Detention Club by David Yoo

whites?” Sunny said. “Are you even on this planet right now?”
    â€œSunny, I know you’re upset,” Mom said soothingly. “But Peter’s right, you did win the contest again.”
    Sunny glared at me.
    â€œI hate you,” she muttered.
    â€œI think you’re giving yourself permanent wrinkles by glaring all the time,” I said back to her.
    â€œKnock it off, you two,” Dad said, rubbing his temples with one hand as he drove with the other.
    â€œI’m actually being serious,” I said.
    â€œPeter, just be grateful you didn’t hurt yourself,” he said. “And Sunny, I’m proud that you composed yourself while everyone was so loud, and still managed to play. It’s a testament to—”
    I stopped paying attention, because I was now picturing the Sweet brothers shouting, “Give it up for Street Magic and Street Magic’s Assistant, everybody!” and having to face them on Monday. Maybe running away wasn’t a bad option, after all.

Chapter Eleven
    P ETER?” TRENT WAVED ME OVER when I stepped into the lobby at school the following Monday. He was smiling at me for once, which was surprising, but I didn’t have time to really think about it because for some reason the floor was covered with a thick layer of fog.
    â€œIs there a fire?” I asked, pointing at the fog.
    â€œYeah, and our classmates are trapped in the gym—let’s go help them,” Trent said, and we ran to the double doors and he swung them open. He started waving his arms over his head, I thought at first because he was trying to clear away the smoke, but a second later Drew walked out of the foggy gym with a serious look on his face.
    Suddenly he whipped around and hollered, “Okay, everybody!”
    What sounded like a fire alarm erupted overhead, and at first I thought it had to do with the smoke on the ground, but then the entire student body poured out of the gym into the lobby and mobbed me, trying to get their hands on me. At first I felt scared, like they were going to rip me into pieces, but then I realized everyone was patting me on the back.
    â€œSurprise!” Angie shouted, beaming at me.
    Trent twirled his right hand as he bowed, then pointed at a huge golden chair in the corner by the fire escape. “Your rightful throne, sire,” he said in a British accent. “For far too long you have been deprived of it.”
    â€œWhat’s happening?” I asked Drew.
    â€œThis was all an elaborate setup, buddy,” he replied, clapping me on the back. “Smile at the camera, you just got punk'd!”
    A camera crew stepped out from behind the fog, and everyone cheered.
    â€œPeter?” Sally tapped my shoulder shyly. “Do you think you could make me a mica necklace? The one you gave me last year that I wear in bed every night broke.”
    Sally still wore my mica necklace this whole time?
    â€œPeter?” she said, nudging my shoulder. “Peter, wake up, will you?”
    â€œWake up?” I waved a hand in front of her face. “I’m staring right at you.”
    And then I opened my eyes and yelped. Mom was standing over me, poking me in the chest as if I was a squirrel in the middle of the road and she wasn’t sure if I was dead or not. “Get out of bed, you’re going to be late for school,” she said.
    I sighed and got out of bed. It had been such a nice dream, but it only made real life feel even worse. Plus, whenever I have a really realistic dream, it makes me feel confused for a while, like I’ve just run around in circles for two straight minutes.
    After breakfast I tried to play sick, but Mom wasn’t hearing it.
    â€œFor one thing, you just ate three bowls of cereal,” she pointed out. “Surely you can’t be sick if you have such a big appetite.”
    â€œWould it help my case if I barfed it all back up?” I pleaded.
    â€œDon’t be