Just as he was about to close the suitcase, he noticed the dials on the compass had moved. One was now pointing at a symbol that looked like a Bunsen burner. A second was hovering on the symbol of a single female figure. A third pointed at a graduation cap.
Oliver put all the pieces together in his mind. Could it be that the compass was guiding him toward Ms. Belfry? The Bunsen burner could represent science, which she taught. The single female figure was self-explanatory. And the graduation cap could represent a teacher.
It must be a sign, Oliver thought with excitement. The universe was guiding him.
He closed his suitcase and turned to look at the Blues. They were all watching him in complete shock and silence. It was very satisfying to see the looks on their faces.
But then Oliver noticed that Chris was squeezing his hands into fists. He knew well enough what that meant—Chris was about to charge.
Oliver had only a split second to react. He used his powers to quickly tie Chris’s shoelaces together.
Chris launched himself forward. He tripped over his knotted laces immediately and fell in a heap on the floor. He groaned.
Mom let out a squeal. “His laces! Did you see his laces?”
Dad went pale. “They… they tied themselves together.”
From a heap on the floor, Chris glared up at Oliver. “You did that. Didn’t you? You’re a freak.”
Oliver shrugged innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Then he turned on his heel, suitcase in hand, and stormed out of the house. He slammed the door shut behind him.
As he walked down the path, a smile spread across his lips.
He’d never have to see the Blues again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Oliver stood outside Campbell Junior High. The playground was as noisy as ever, filled with kids running, shouting, and throwing balls like grenades.
Oliver felt a knot of anguish in his stomach. It wasn’t that he was scared of the kids—or of crossing the playground filled with flying basketballs—it was because he would soon be seeing Ms. Belfry again.
As far as his favorite teacher was concerned, he’d been sitting in her class just yesterday. But for Oliver, it felt like a lifetime ago. He’d been on a whole, tumultuous adventure back in time. It had changed him, matured him. He wondered if she’d notice the changes in him when they came face to face.
He crossed the playground, ducking beneath the flying balls, then headed straight up the corridor to Ms. Belfry’s science class. It was empty, with no one inside. He’d hoped Ms. Belfry would be there early so he could talk to her. But soon, his classmates started to file in. There was no sign of Ms. Belfry yet, so Oliver had no choice but to take a seat. He went for one at the front beside the window.
Oliver looked out at the playing fields, at all the kids playing different sports. He marveled at how odd it felt to pretend to be a normal student again, to be around normal people rather than seers with extraordinary powers.
More kids entered the classroom. Amongst them was Samantha, the girl who’d mocked Oliver every time he’d answered one of Ms. Belfry’s questions. She took a seat at the back of the class. Then Paul came in. He was the one who’d thrown screwed up paper at the back of Oliver’s head.
Seeing the kids that teased him again made Oliver feel uncomfortable. But the memories of them bullying him were already fading, the sting of their words holding much less power over him. Thanks to the School for Seers and the friends he’d made there, Oliver felt like those old wounds had healed. He’d moved on. His bullies could no longer hurt him.
The class filled up and everyone laughed and chatted loudly until the moment Ms. Belfry hurried through the door. She looked flustered.
“Sorry, I was running late.” She dumped her teaching materials onto the table. Amongst them was a shiny red apple. “Today we’re discussing forces.” She picked up the apple and dropped it to the floor. “Who can guess what we’re learning about today?”
Oliver immediately put his hand up. Ms. Belfry nodded at him.
“Gravity,” he said.
Right away, Oliver heard Samantha’s mimicking voice coming from behind him. It was swiftly followed by the smattering of laughter from her friends.
Oliver decided it was time to get some revenge. Nothing too mean, just a little bit of payback for her actions.
He glanced behind, making direct eye contact with her, then used his powers to waft a jet of dust straight up her nose.
Immediately, Samantha sneezed. A huge booger exploded from her nose. All the kids around her burst out laughing and pointing.
Ms. Belfry shoved a tissue in Samantha’s direction. Samantha quickly cleaned up her mess. Her cheeks had gone bright red.
Oliver smiled at her then turned back to face the front.
Ms. Belfry clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Gravity. The force that keeps our feet on the ground. The force that makes all things fall toward the earth. Tell me, Oliver, how did you know that we were discussing gravity today?”
Oliver spoke in a strong, confident voice. “Because Sir Isaac Newton discovered the law of gravity when he saw an apple fall. Not on his head, mind you. That’s a common mistake.”
Just then, Oliver felt something hit him in the head. A pencil clattered to the floor beside him. He didn’t even need to look behind him to know the missile had come from Paul.
Try throwing pencils with no hands, Oliver thought.
He turned around and locked eyes with Paul. Then he used his powers to stick Paul’s hands to the desk.
Paul immediately looked down at his hands. He tried to move them. They were stuck fast.
“What’s going on?” he yelled.
Everyone turned around and saw Paul’s hands stuck to the table. They began to laugh, clearly thinking he was joking around. But Oliver knew the look of panic in Paul’s eyes was real.
Ms. Belfry looked unimpressed. “Paul. Gluing your hands to the desk isn’t the most sensible idea you’ve ever had.”
The class descended into raucous laughter.
“I didn’t, Ms. Belfry!” Paul cried. “Something weird is happening to me!”
Just then, Samantha let out another huge sneeze.
Smiling to himself, Oliver turned back to the front of the class.
Ms. Belfry clapped her hands. “Everyone pay attention. Sir Isaac Newton was an English mathematician and physicist. Does anyone know when he founded the law of gravity?”
Oliver’s hand went confidently into the air again. It was the only one. Ms. Belfry looked at him and nodded. She looked pleased that he was no longer reticent to raise his hand. Before, she’d had to coax the answers out of him.
“Yes, Oliver?”
“1687.”
She beamed. “That’s correct.”