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The sun was fully in my eyes before I even thought about waking up.
I looked at the clock.
“No! No no no no no . . .” I stumbled around my room, shoving books and homework into my backpack. And there was the camcorder, just sitting there on my desk waiting for me to play it back. Come on, couldn’t I just—
No. I practically had to pry my brain away from even the thought of it. Because I knew once I started watching, even if I could fast-forward through any of the boring parts, if there really was something on there—like me, let’s say, DISAPPEARING OR SOMETHING—then I’d probably want to replay that sequence about a hundred million times, and then I’d never get to school. And I needed to get to school. I’d already slept through all of first period and half of second. I was in deep trou
