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PROLOGUE
Under the light of two turquoise moons and a blazing starlit sky, a family relaxed peacefully in their backyard swimming pool.
The son was asleep, curled up on the water's surface, his thumb jammed in his mouth.
The daughter floated flat on her stomach reading a book and trailing one hand back and forth through the fizzy pink water.
The parents bobbed upright, sipping giant cups of blueberry tea while they watched the evening news on a large screen at the end of the pool.They frowned and made tch! noises as a redheaded princess wearing a rather grubby gown shook her head forcefully at the camera.
"She won't budge," said the mother.
"She's a spoiled brat," said the father.
"I hope you're not talking about me."Their daughter didn't lift her eyes from her detective book.
"Of course not! We're talking about the princess," said the father. "She wants to destroy a planet!"
"Which one?"
"Earth," answered the mother.
The daughter sat up straight, her book forgotten. "Earth! That cute little planet where you went on your honeymoon? But we're all going there on vacation for your anniversary! She can't do that!"
"I'm afraid she can," said the father glumly.
"We have to do something about it!" said the daughter.
"We can't," said the father.
"We can," said the mother. "And we must."
CHAPTER 1
Honeyville Primary School, Honeyville, Sydney, Australia, Earth
Nicola Berry sat as still as concrete. Even when the fan at the front of the classroom rotated in her direction and everybody's hair whooshed back as if they were sticking their heads out of car windows, she didn't flicker an eyelash.
She was trying something new.
Mental telepathy.
Her subject was her teacher, Mrs. Zucchini, who was scribbling furiously on the board and shouting something about oceans and seas. Nicola didn't know why Mrs. Zucchini was so upset about oceans and seas.They should have made her feel cool and refreshed.
Mrs. Zucchini's real name was Mrs. Zukker, but everyone secretly called her Mrs. Zucchini. It suited her, as she generally had such an "eeeeuuuuw" expression on her face, you would think she'd just that minute been force-fed a plate of mashed zucchini. She was in a bad mood every day of her life because she disliked children and she had a severe allergy to chalk. She also hated hot weather and was particularly cranky on steamy, humid days like today. Once, Nicola had written her an anonymous note.
Dear Mrs. Zukker,
I am writing to suggest other careers that might make you feel happier and less stressed. Possible interesting jobs include:
1. Jail warden (in an air-conditioned jail)
2. Dog trainer (of big snarly dogs who need to be yelled at)
3. Any job in a cold snowy country without chalk or children! Yours sincerely,
A Most Concerned Student
Nicola's dad said she should definitely send Mrs. Zucchini the note and then laughed so hard he choked on his ham and pineapple pizza and had to be thumped on the back. Nicola's mom said she thought Mrs. Zucchini might be offended and think that Nicola meant she wasn't a good teacher. Nicola said well, actually, that was exactly what she meant.Then her mom told her a long story about a horrible teacher she'd had at school, who turned out to have a kind heart and gave her a lemon meringue pie recipe or something. Nicola knew that Mrs. Zucchini actually had an evil black heart, but she didn't want to upset her mom, so she just patted her on the shoulder and said, "Thanks, Mom, that was really interesting and helpful."
Yesterday, Nicola's older brother, Sean, had told her that whenever he didn't want to be picked by his teacher to answer a question in class, he just used mental telepathy. He said this was absolutely one hundred percent true and that he would do a lie-detector test if she wanted. Nicola said she didn't have a lie detector handy, and Sean said that was her problem and did a somersault in midair. (They were on the trampoline in their backyard at the time.)
Nicola was pretty sure that Sean was making it up, but it was worth a try. She was hoping to learn mental telepathy before her birthday, which was December
first, just three days away. It would be so impressive. After everybody sang "Happy Birthday" and she blew out the candles, she would do a demonstration of her amazing new skills. Everyone would be astonished. Last year's birthday had been a little dull, to be honest, and she wanted to make this one especially memorable. After all, if Sean could do mental telepathy, she could, too.
"WHAT IS THE NAME OF THIS SEA RIGHT HERE?" hollered Mrs. Zucchini as if they were all a million miles away instead of sitting right in front of her. She banged the chalk next to the squiggly map she'd drawn on the blackboard.
A few people put up their hands, but Mrs. Zucchini ignored them. She didn't like it when someone knew the answer because that meant she couldn't yell. Her pink piggy eyes darted around the classroom, searching for a person who would get it wrong. Her chalk allergy made her skin red and flaky, and as she tapped the chalk in the palm of her hand, pieces of skin showered to the floor. It made Nicola itchy just looking at her.
"EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU SHOULD KNOW THE NAME OF THIS SEA!"
Nicola's eardrums throbbed.
"I SAID IT JUST FIVE MINUTES AGO. IF YOU DON'T KNOW, THEN YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!"
Nicola did not know the name of the sea.There wasn't even a name on the tip of her tongue.The only thing on the tip of her tongue was a frosty strawberry sensation from the iceblock she'd had at lunchtime.
If ever she needed mental telepathy, it was now.
She tried as hard as she could to beam her thoughts directly into the dark, swirly depths of Mrs. Zucchini's brain: Don't pick me. Don't pick me. Don't pick me. Pick Greta Gretch. Pick Greta Gretch. Pick Greta Gretch.
Greta Gretch was Nicola's worst enemy. (Everyone knew Nicola and Greta couldn't stand each other because they'd had some rather loud arguments in front of the whole class. Nicola found Greta to be one of the bossiest, most annoying people she'd ever met.) Unfortunately, Greta was waving her hand frantically like a drowning swimmer, so Mrs. Zucchini was pretending not to see her.
