just being here, talking to you, has made me realise how good it is to help,â I told her.
âYes!â added Sophie. âWe love helping!â
âWell . . . er . . .â Nurse Nellie stared at the stained sheet. âThatâs wonderful?!â
âWe mightnât be much good at it yet, but itâs OK not to be perfect. Every day is a second chance, right?â
Thank you, Princess Sparkle.
Nurse Nellieâs eyebrows shot up.
âWe donât want to spend another minute being less than useful. Starting now.â This stuff was too priceless. I glanced around the room. âMaybe we could scrub the walls?â
Nurse Nellie looked around fearfully. âI donât think . . .â
âOr reorganise your medicine cupboard? Weâre happy to stay here the whole day if you need us. After all, thereâs no elevatorto success, you have to take the stairs.â I gave Nurse Nellie my biggest, cheesiest grin.
âEr, perhaps youâve done enough . . .â
I sensed we were almost there. âAt the very least we could provide some relaxing music? We could sit beside you and hum a song. What about âIf Youâre Happy And You Know Itâ?â
âOh, no,â said Nurse Nellie quickly.
ââYou Are My Sunshineâ? âKumbayaâ?â
âNo! No! Thereâs no music in sick bay.â Nurse Nellie looked alarmed now. âYou both seem to have learnt your lesson,â she added quickly. âYou can go now.â
âWell, only if youâre sure . . .â I said, trying not to sound too keen to get out of there.
Nurse Nellie nodded anxiously. âYes! Youâve been a great help! Iâll tell Mr Bill youâve gone back to class. Off you go!â
âOK then, bye!â said Sophie as we headed for the door. The moment we were outside, we took off.
We sprinted around the corner and past the portraits and stopped. There, dead ahead, at the other end of a long hallway, was a familiar figure.
âIâVE GOT YOU NOW!â shouted Slender, rushing toward us.
Sophie and I spun around. We raced past Nurse Nellieâs desk and back into sick bay.
The room was empty.
Sophie stopped behind me. âNurse Nellie must be in the headmasterâs office.â
I hurried toward one of the windows. âThese have bars on them! Weâre trapped!â
âWhat about this one?â Sophie led the way to the open window behind Nurse Nellieâs desk in the outer room. We stuck our heads out the window for a look. âWeâreon the first floor! Itâs too high!â Sophie wailed.
The ground was covered in a bed of leaves. It would be safe for me to jump, but Sophie wasnât half zombie.
âIâll go first,â I said. Before she could argue, I shoved the window open wider, vaulted over the windowsill and landed lightly in the garden bed.
âCome on!â I shouted up to Sophie, holding my arms out. âIâll catch you!â
She scrambled up onto the ledge, and with a tiny scream, leapt off. She landed on my head then toppled into the leaves.
âYou were supposed to catch me!â she said angrily as I dragged her to her feet.
âYou were supposed to jump into my arms!â
We sprinted along the side of the building. I glanced back. A head was just vanishing back inside the upstairs window as we raced around a corner. Slender was onto us.
Sophie and I crept through the grounds until we reached the bike rack. Neither of us ever bothered to lock up our bikes and in a couple of seconds we were pedalling hard out through the school gates.
Sophieâs house was closest. Without saying a word, we both headed toward it.
As we rode, unanswered questions raced through my mind. Where was Michael now? Who had kidnapped him, and why ?
The bus parked out the front of Sophieâs house came into view as we turned into her street.
âDad will be home,â she