CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, I dreaded going to the Elastic Cave after school. Maybe that was illogical, but it was true. For the first time since kindergarten, I actually hoped that school would drag on and not end. That thought would have scared me under normal circumstances, because school sucks, but these were not normal circumstances. I didn’t want to be stuck in the Elastic Cave with Adams, even if it was for my own good. Despite what Rubberman said about this being a ‘light’ punishment, I was sure that Adams would have me do all sorts of humiliating chores, such as cleaning the toilets.
As a result of my desire for time to come to a stop, I paid more attention than I usually did in class, even asking questions so my teachers would keep talking. I even engaged in Mr. Peters’ class mo
