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angel."
    "Mom, don't!" I grumbled, wiping my forehead with my hand.
    "Silly." She smiled. "But imagine you had two heads or four arms, and somebody stuck you on display for people to make fun of. You wouldn't like that, would you?"
    "No," I said, shuffling my feet.
    "Anyway, what's all this about a freak show?" she asked. "Have you been staying up late, watching horror films?"
    "No," I said.
    "Because you know your dad doesn't like you watching …"
    "I wasn't staying up late, okay?" I shouted. It's really annoying when parents don't listen.
    "Okay, Mister Grumpy," she said. "No need to shout. If you don't like my company, go downstairs and help your father weed the garden."
    I didn't want to go, but Mom was upset that I'd shouted at her, so I left and went down to the kitchen. Dad was coming in from the back and spotted me.
    "So this is where you've been hiding." He chuckled. "Too busy to help the old man tonight?"
    "I was on my way," I told him.
    "Too late," he said, taking off his workboots. "I'm finished."
    I watched him putting on his slippers. He has huge feet. He wears size twelve shoes! When I was younger, he used to stand me on his feet and walk me around. It was like being on two long skateboards.
    "What are you doing now?" I asked.
    "Writing," he said. My dad has pen pals all over the world, in America, Australia, Russia, and China. He says he likes to keep in touch with his global neighbors, though I think it's just an excuse to go into his study for a nap!
    Annie was playing with dolls and stuff. I asked if she wanted to come to my room for a game of tennis using a sock for a ball and shoes for rackets, but she was too busy arranging her dolls for a pretend picnic.
    I went to my room and dragged down my comic books. I have a bunch of cool comic books
Superman, Batman, Spiderman
, and
Spawn. Spawn's
my favorite. He's a superhero who used to be a demon in hell. Some of the
Spawn
comics are pretty scary, but that's why I love them.
    I spent the rest of the night reading comic books and putting them in order. I used to swap with Tommy, who has a huge collection, but he kept spilling drinks on the covers and crumbs between the pages, so I stopped.
    Most nights I go to bed by ten, but Mom and Dad forgot about me, and I stayed up until nearly ten-thirty. Then Dad saw the light in my room and came up. He pretended to be angry but he wasn't really. Dad doesn't mind too much if I stay up late. Mom's the one who nags me about that.
    "Bed," he said, "or I'll never be able to wake you in the morning."
    "Just a minute, Dad," I told him, "while I put my comics away and brush my teeth."
    "Okay," he said, "but make it quick."
    I stuck the comics into their box and stuffed it back up on the shelf over my bed.
    I put on my pajamas and went to brush my teeth. I took my time, brushing slowly, and it was almost eleven when I got into bed. I lay back, smiling. I felt very tired and knew I'd fall asleep in a couple of seconds. The last thing I thought about was the Cirque Du Freak. I wondered what a snake-boy looked like, and how long the bearded lady's beard was, and what Hans Hands and Gertha Teeth did. Most of all, I dreamed about the spider.

T HE NEXT MORNING, TOMMY , Alan, and me waited outside the gates for Steve, but there was no sign of him by the time the bell rang for class, so we had to go in.
    "I bet he's hiding," Tommy said. "He couldn't get the tickets and now he doesn't want to face us."
    "Steve's not like that," I said.
    "I hope he brings the flyer back," Alan said. "Even if we can't go, I'd like to have the flyer. I'd stick it up over my bed and …"
    "You couldn't stick it up, stupid!" Tommy laughed.
    "Why not? "Alan asked.
    "Because Tony would see it," I told him.
    "Oh yeah," Alan said glumly.
    I was miserable in class. We had geography first, and every time Mrs. Quinn asked me a question, I got it wrong. Normally geography's my best subject, because I know so much about it from when I used to collect stamps.
    "Had a