CHAPTER FIVE
At school the next day, I sat down in the cafeteria with Frank and Greta at our usual table, my stomach growling because I’d only had a protein bar for breakfast earlier due to the fact that I’d slept in and had to rush out the door to get to school on time. The cafeteria was as loud and noisy as usual, with kids chattering all around us, but I paid no attention to any of it. I just stuffed my face with my ham sandwich as Frank went on about how the Beams Fan Club was growing and he was starting to look for a new location for the group to meet, because the group currently met in the school library but was rapidly starting to outgrow it and would soon need a larger space in which to meet.
“Wow,” I said, lowering my half-eaten sandwich onto my tray. “I didn’t know the Beams Fa
