What would it be like to be one of the Poptropica villains?
The question lies in my notebook, staring blankly back at me.
I wish I would’ve never came to Shrink Ray Island. Not if it had meant I would have to go to school.
But now I’m here. Stuck in my too-small desk staring at a duplicate question on the blackboard.
What would it like to be one of the Poptropica villains?
The question jumps around my mind a little. Bouncing around, looking through the files we call memories; trying to find the answer.
“I know it is a hard question,” my teacher, Speedy Bear, was saying, “but I know all my smart thinkers can answer it!”
The bell rang and the class sprang up.
“WEEKEND BREAK!!” someone shouted.
Ms. Bear yelled something to us as we left.
“Don’t forget, class! Have that answer on my desk by Monday! Then, you all will have to prepare for Regional Science Fair!”