Chapter 10 - Grade 8

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Alistair's heart stopped. His compass. His grandfather's compass. He knew he put it in his backpack, he didn't leave the house without it. 

"The sharks..." Alistair whispered to himself.

He immediately remembered that exact feeling he had when the water flooded the classroom, and he now knew why he had that indescribable feeling. The compass was gone, washed away with the water along with Alistair's only memory of his grandfather. 

"Are you alright?" Bunny asked Alistair, as she saw the troubled look on his face. Alistair couldn't form the words to tell her that his compass was gone.

"Well, not really, but we'll solve this later," He exclaimed, trying to sound composed.

Bunny just nodded. She looked down at her cookbook and scowled at the slightly revolting recipes.

"Snail-sneaker soup?" Bunny giggled as she showed Alistair.

"Let's do it, he's gonna be eating them after all," Alistair said, giving Uncle Garfield a dirty look.

Bunny and Alistair went to pantry where the rest of the class was gathering their ingredients. Alistair had overheard Maddie and Kitty's plan to bake the most delicious chocolate cake, then trick Garfield by creating an explosion and keeping the cake for themselves. 

Lizzie however was argueing with Dennis on whether they should make a treacle tart or a tum tum fondue. 

"I know that you're not gonna lift a finger, so why should I let you choose what we make?" Dennis argued, although his expression showed some fear.

"That's exactly the point, I'm gonna get a good grade whether you like it or not. So, chop chop!"

"I'm not gonna do any work for you, I don't care how special you think you are," Dennis yelled, suddenly his annoyance turned to confidence.

"Dennis, you better shut up!" Uncle Garfield stated, giving Dennis a sour look that didn't go unnoticed.

Alistair continued chopping up the snails, while Bunny put many mis-matched sneakers into a blender. As he placed the snails into a pot, Alistair still had a few things on his mind. The compass, of course, but also, the fact that Uncle Garfield was standing up for Lizzie, when Dennis was his own son. He thought maybe it was because of the fact that Garfeild wouldn't want to disrespect royalty, however he wasn't exactly one to follow the unwritten rules of manners. 

"Alistair, are you sure you're okay?" Bunny said, breaking his thoughts. He realized that he must have his thinking face on, which tends to be very intense. 

"Bunny, I can't exactly tell you right now, but would you mind if after class we headed back to Mr. Barbeau's classroom?"

"Of course, but why?"

"I'll tell you when we get there," 

Bunny just shrugged, and continued to work on the recipe. At that point, all of Alistairs friends were used to his weird shenanigans. Alistair still had to think of a plan for when they arrived there. What was he supposed to do, ask each shark if they had seen his compass anywhere?

Once Alistair had registered his thoughts, an abrupt boom left the class covered in various cake ingredients.


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