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shivered Billy.
    â€œMe too,” said Lee.
    â€œAnd me,” said Bella. “See you both at school later—”
    She suddenly hesitated.
    â€œHang on,” she gasped. “Where’s Boris?”

Chapter 7
    After the Storm
    Before lessons the next evening, Lee and Bella told everyone about their adventure in old Gore’s attic.

    â€œWhat?” said Big Herb, between chomps of chocolate Screme Egg. “You mean old Gore has made Miss Fitt even worse? How can she be worse than she was yesterday? It took me so long to do my math homework, I didn’t get into my coffin till it was almost daylight.”
    â€œWe don’t know what happened to Boris,” said Bella. “I hope he didn’t have to spend the whole day hiding in the attic from old Gore and Miss Fitt!”
    STOMP! STOMP!
    STOMP! STOMP!
    â€œYikes,” said Lee. “Here she comes! Where’s Billy?”
    â€œHe’s late,” said Bella. “Miss Fitt will go ballistic!”
    As the stomping got closer, Mr. Gore suddenly appeared with his tool bag and pretended to check the classroom door, which was still broken from the night before. But he kept glancing at the class and chuckling unpleasantly.
    â€œLook at him,” whispered Lee. “He’s waiting to see the results of the Monster Megacharger.”
    STOMP! STOMP!
    STOMP! STOMP!
    A few seconds later, Miss Fitt stood in the doorway.
    â€œGood mornink, Miss Fitt!” smarmed Gore. “Anysink you need, Your Monstrosity, just let me know!”

    Miss Fitt stomped to the front of the class. And just at that moment, Billy hurtled through the door.
    The whole class gasped in horror. Poor Billy! What would Miss Fitt do?
    Mr. Gore smirked and rubbed his hands together in glee. Little flakes of finger snowed down onto his boots.
    â€œI-I’m really s-sorry I’m late, miss!” panted Billy in terror.
    Miss Fitt stared at him.
    â€œM-my watch stopped,” said Billy. “I-it got wet in the rain.”

    The other children held their breath. No one dared to move.
    Miss Fitt opened her mouth.
    And smiled.
    â€œNever mind, Billy,” she chuckled. “These things happen. Just run along and sit down. That’s a good boy.”
    The whole class gasped again—in disbelief.
    â€œS-sorry, miss?” said Billy, not quite daring to move.
    â€œI do hope your watch can be mended,” Miss Fitt went on. “Perhaps Mr. Gore would be kind enough to look at it for you?”
    Mr. Gore had stopped rubbing his hands together. His mouth had fallen open, and he was making a strange gurgling sound.
    â€œDear me, are you all right, Mr. Gore?” said Miss Fitt. “You look a little green.”
    â€œThat’s just his normal color!” whispered Lee to Bella.
    â€œI-I’m … fine,” croaked Mr. Gore. “But you … you’re supposed to be … I thought …”
    â€œOh good,” interrupted Miss Fitt firmly. “I’m delighted you’re well. Now do be a dear and fix Billy’s watch. By lunchtime?”
    Billy handed over his watch. He still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Nor could anyone else.
    Mr. Gore glared at Billy and stuffed the watch into his overalls.

    â€œGood-bye, Mr. Gore!” said Miss Fitt brightly.
    Old Gore shuffled out of the classroom, muttering very rude things about vampires.
    Billy sat down next to Lee and Bella.
    â€œWow! What’s happened to Miss Fitt?” he whispered.
    â€œNo idea,” shrugged Lee. “Pretty cool though, isn’t it?”
    â€œMmm,” said Bella. “Let’s see what she’s like in math first.”
    â€œNow then, class,” said Miss Fitt. “Today we shall start with … But what are you doing, my dears?”
    â€œGetting out our math books, miss,” said several glum voices at once.
    â€œMath?” said Miss Fitt. “Really?”
    She checked the