Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Chapter One
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Chapter Two
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Chapter Three
- Ten
- Eleven
- Chapter Four
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Chapter Five
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Chapter Six
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Chapter Seven
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Chapter Eight
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Chapter Nine
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Ten
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Chapter Eleven
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Chapter Twelve
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirteen
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Chapter Fifteen
- The Following Summer
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
Ali wasn’t a fan of mice. They were dirty and had the nasty habit of terrifying you when they darted out of places they had no business being in, like the cupboard under Gigi’s sink. But Murray and Cassie were being so nice that it seemed rude not to try. She pictured the mouse she’d seen in Gigi’s house last week, a fawn-colored thing with a tail twice the length of its body. Seconds later, she was perched on her hind legs, looking up at two gigantic faces.
“Wow!” whispered Cassie.
Murray was speechless.
Their gawking was interrupted by the morning bell.
“Change back!” whispered Murray. To Ali’s tiny mouse ears, it was like bellowing.
Panicked, Ali struggled to turn back. But the deafening noise of students outside the computer lab, coupled with the flustered looks on Cassie and Murray’s faces and her own inexperience as a Copycat, unnerved her.
ALI’S RULES ABOUT WHY YOU SHOULDN’T CHANGE AT SCHOOL
- School is dangerous enough as it is without putting yourself in physical danger.
- No easy escape routes.
- What if you can’t change back?????
“Hurry up!” Cassie was halfway to the door.
“Can’t you change?” Murray asked.
A mortified Ali the mouse shook her whiskers.
“We can’t just leave her here,” said Cassie. “What if someone stomps on her?”
Without asking, Murray reached down, grabbed Ali by the tail, and with one swift move, tossed her into his shirt pocket. “Sorry,” he whisper-yelled at where a shocked Ali lay upside down in his pocket. “We’ll figure you out later. Can’t be late for class.”
Cassie’s monstrous eyes glanced in at where a squirming Ali tried to right herself. “I hope she can breathe.”
“She’ll be fine,” Murray said, which made Ali furious, because how could he know that?
Ali was pummeled and buffeted like an astronaut blasting off into space as Murray ran toward homeroom. Could mice throw up? Ali wondered. A moment later she discovered they could. At least none of it landed on her.
“Did you just pee on me?” Murray demanded, looking down at the small wet spot in the corner of his shirt pocket.
“I wish I had” was Ali’s angry retort, which came out as a squeak.
“Shh!” Cassie admonished. “We’re going into class.”
Murray took his seat, which was a relief to Ali’s seasick stomach.
Ms. Ryder began taking attendance. “Here!” Murray boomed. Why was he so loud?
“Has anyone seen Ali Sloane?” Ms. Ryder asked. “I was sure I saw her arrive at school earlier this morning.”
Ali held her breath.
“I don’t think she was feeling well,” Cassie called out. “Maybe she went to see the nurse?”
“Thanks, I’ll go check on her after class. Get out your books, everybody; we’ll get started right after morning announcements and the national anthem.”