She eyeballed my outfit with contempt. She glared at me as if she were a queen and I were a serf who had dared to stumble upon her castle. She picked up her red and white pom-poms and turned away as if she had already wasted too much time.
"Have you seen Trevor?" I repeated.
"He's home," she snarled.
"You mean I could have stayed home too?" I mumbled. The only reason I came to school today was to find him.
She rolled her eyes at me.
I glared back, imagining what it would be like if I was a real vampire. I'd transform into a spooky bat, swoop around her as she let out a bloodcurdling scream, and tangle myself in her perfectly combed blond hair. "Duh. He's sick," she finally said, scrutinizing me as if I, too, were spreading contagions.
Sick? Matt said that last night Trevor was pale and wasn't feeling well. My mind raced. Sick from what? The sunlight? Garlic? Maybe Luna and Jagger had already managed to lure him to Dullsville's cemetery. Right now Trevor could be sleeping in a red and white coffin. I had to act fast.
I'd spent most of my life sneaking in and out of places--my house, the Mansion, Dullsville's elementary and middle schools. But since I was still a mere mortal and did not yet possess the powers of a shapeshifting bat, Dullsville High was getting harder to just walk, climb, or tunnel out of.
Principal Reed hired security guards to patrol both entrances of the campus, cutting down on kids leaving for lunch and not returning to school. Dullsville High was becoming like Alcatraz. All that remained was for the school board to encircle the campus with frigid water and killer sharks.
Instead of sneaking out, I'd have to make my exit known.
I opened Nurse William's office door to find three other kids wheezing, coughing, and sneezing in the waiting room, glaring at me as if I were the one who was ill.
I realized this might take longer than waiting until school let out.
I jotted down notes in my Olivia Outcast journal when Nurse William, the poster woman for health, bounced out. Exposed to seasonal colds, allergies, and excuses, Nurse William was impervious to dripping noses. Looking more like she stepped out of a gym than an examination room, she could probably snap off her own blood pressure band with a single bicep curl. "Teddy Lerner," she called, reading from a chart. "It's your turn," she said, flashing a Colgate smile.
"I need to see you immediately," I interjected, standing up and holding my stomach. "I don't think I can wait much longer."
Teddy stared at me, his nose as red as Rudolph's, and sneezed. I almost felt bad, but I knew all Teddy needed was a big Kleenex and a bowl of chicken soup. If I didn't get to Trevor Mitchell soon, there might not be any blood left to draw in town.
"All right, Raven."
Nurse William, like Principal Reed, knew me on a first-name basis, since I'd been to each of their offices on numerous occasions.
I followed her into her office--a small, sterile room with the usual jars of tongue depressors, Band-Aids, extra long Q-tips, and a blue cot.
I sat on a metal chair next to Nurse William's desk.
"I've had the chills since I woke up," I fibbed.
She examined my eyes with a small pen light.
"Uh-huh," she said.
She held up her stethoscope.
"Take a deep breath," she said, putting her instrument on my chest.
I slowly breathed in and then fake sneezed and coughed so wildly, I thought I'd pulled a lung.
She quickly drew back the stethoscope.
"Interesting." Nurse William opened her glass cabinet and pulled out an ear thermometer and sterile cover and took my temperature.
After a minute, she read the results.
"Just what I thought."
"I'm sick?"