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    Vanessa and Johnny: The Cabinets
    Vanessa and Johnny: The Cabinets
    Vanessa and Johnny: The Cabinets
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    Vanessa and Johnny: The Cabinets

    By Whitney Lauren

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    Ten-year-old Vanessa is used to teachers at Book Smith Elementary being a little strange. Mrs. Charlston, the homeroom teacher, likes to pick her nose, while Mr. Pickle, the math teacher, has a serious drooling problem. But compared to the mysterious Ms. Gavin, her other teachers are pretty normal. Ms. Gavin has a thing about cabinets.

    Usually, Vanessa is free to get what she needs from teachers cabinetsconstruction paper, crayons, anythingbut not around Ms. Gavin. Vanessa has tested her before, lingering near Ms. Gavins cabinets. Her teacher gets nervous even when someone just wanders in the area of her cabinets. So what is Ms. Gavin hiding? What on earth could be in those cabinets?

    Nothing can keep Vanessas curiosity in check even possible detention. Its a grand mystery, but she cant solve it alone. She finds an unlikely ally in eight-year-old Johnny, whos a lot wiser than he lets on. Together, they can open the doors to Ms. Gavins secret. But what if her secret is scary? And what if the adventure is dangerous?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateMar 30, 2011
    ISBN9781426958281
    Vanessa and Johnny: The Cabinets
    Author

    Whitney Lauren

    Whitney Lauren is currently pursuing a creative writing degree at San Jose State University. She is a native of Los Angeles, California.

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      Vanessa and Johnny - Whitney Lauren

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 1

      Since my first day at Book Smith Elementary School I’ve had the honor of being assigned to teachers with one or two screws loose—I was even sure that some of them had a whole set of screws missing! But thanks to my school’s class exchange program for fifth graders, I was stuck with having not one but three teachers with a couple of cuckoo birds up in the nest. Principal Westler said he wanted to give us older kids a chance to stretch our legs more. Whatever. If only he knew that my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Charlston, digs in her nose—a lot; Mr. Pickle, my math teacher, practically has waterfalls falling out of his mouth when he talks; and my science teacher—well, let’s just say she is in a group of her own when it comes to weird.

      All the classrooms at my elementary school had tall wooden cabinets lined up along the back. Most of my teachers kept dodge balls and construction paper in them; I was allowed to go inside them at any time, but my science class, that was a different story. My science teacher, Ms. Gavin, made sure to always keep them locked. I had never thought anything of it before, until I noticed that Ms. Gavin would freeze in her tracks whenever someone went near them. Once, just to test her, I decided to pretend that there was something in the cabinets that I needed.

      Ms. Gavin, I said, walking toward the back of the classroom, I think I need some more paper from the cabinets.

      No, you don’t! I heard her say quickly, in a worried tone of voice. The construction paper is right here. I remember that she held up a few pieces of colorful paper to prove to me that there was nothing that I needed in the cabinets. Her eyes had grown wide, and the paper that she held up made flapping sounds as it shook in her hands.

      No, I said, continuing to walk toward the cabinets. Those aren’t the colors I want. I think there might be some in here, I said while reaching my hand out to the knob of the cabinet door. But before I could touch it, Ms. Gavin was in front of me, with her arms spread out and her back pressed against the cabinets.

      There is no construction paper in here, she said through clenched teeth, trying to keep her voice low.

      I took one look at her narrowed eyes and instantly turned to walk back to my seat. Yup, I remember saying to myself when I sat down in my seat. There is definitely something in those cabinets!

      Okay, I heard my mother’s voice say, snapping me out of my thoughts as she pulled up in front of my school and slowly brought the car to a stop. Have a great day at school.

      I will, I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I leaned over to the driver’s side of the car and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before jumping out.

      Bye, I said, shutting the door and rushing up the stairs to my school. I walked into the hallway, where there were colorful posters of smiling students that I didn’t know posted all over the walls. I had ten minutes to get to class, so I decided to stop by the bathroom. As I entered the girls’ restroom, I walked over to the sink, looked in the mirror, and ran my fingers through my neatly braided hair. I brushed the crumbs from the donuts that I’d had for breakfast off my brown-sugar face. The bell rang for class to begin, and I sighed as I looked at myself in the

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