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Eye of the Spider
Chapter One.
"The spider's web is one of the most wonderful structures in the natural world," Mr. Carlson said.
As he turned to draw in the blackboard, I began Phase One of our plan. I dropped the pencil and made sure it rolled over toward the window. I saw Eric and Craig smile. I hoped they wouldn't break out laughing.
"A large web can have as many as thirteen thousand strands," Mr. Carlson was saying. He began to sketch a spider's web with the chalk. "Each of them is coated with a special glue for capturing prey."
I left my desk, bent down to get my pencil. Then I picked up three dead flies from the windo ledge. There was one of those big shiny green ones. It wasn't even dead. It was still kicking its little legs.
Next, I folded a piece of paper into a kind of envelope and put the flies inside. When I was sure Mr. Carlson wasn't looking, I passed the paper forward. It reached Eric, who sat in front row. That was Phase Two.
"You can see that the web is not only strong and useful, it is also very beautiful. To come across one on a summer morning, when it's covered with dew, simply takes your breath away." That's the way Mr. Carlson talked.
Eric waited until Mr. Carlson turned back to the blackboard. The teacher began to make a diagram of the little nozzles, "spinerets" he called them, that spiders use to make silk. Eric snuck out of his seat. He tiptoed to Mr. Carlson's desk. He dropped the three flies into the mug that Mr. Carlson drank his tea from.
That was Phase Three. Now we just waited.
"Before we finish today," Mr. Carlson said, "I want you to take a quiz on Chapter 8 in your book. You all read Chapter 8, didn't you?"
We groaned as he handed out the quiz. Mr Carlson gave us one of these dumb quizzes almost everyday. That was one of the reasons we were always looking for tricks we could play on him.
Mr. Carlson wasn't our real teacher. Mr. Simmons, who usually teaches seventh-grade science, was out because his wife had had a baby. He wanted to stay home and help her for a couple of months. Mr. Carlson was the substitute.
We're always pretty hard on substitute teachers. We figure it's a chance to get away with whatever you can get away with. Usually the substitutes didn't give too much homework, either. But Mr. Carlson did. He wanted us to do all this extra reading about different kinds of spiders and insects, which was what we were studying then.
Mr. Carlson sat down at his desk while we took the quiz. Another quiz on spiders. He was tall, but very thin. He had a small head and a short neck and a pair of big, thick glasses. His hair stuck out in bristles at the sides of his head.
We waited. This was the time when he usually filled his mug with tea from his thermos. Not today, though. Instead, he began to read a thick book, probably something about spiders.
I went back trying to think of the answers to the questions on the quiz. For most of them, I had to take a wild guess. I'm not always that good about doing my homework.
A few minutes later, something hit me on the head.
"Ow!" I said. It was just a paper wad, but it startled me.
"Lee, did you say something?" Mr. Carlson asked.
"Who, me?" I said.
Eric was looking back at me and grinning. Mr. Carlson had just poured his tea. Eric had thrown the paper wad to alert me. Now the teacher would find the flies in his mug. Boy, would he be grossed out!
Mr. Carlson turned the page of the book he was reading. He lifted his mug. I held my breath. He put the mug to his mouth. Craig almost laughed. Mr. Carlson sipped some tea. He put the mug down and went on reading.
We thought he'd see the flies right away. This was even better. Maybe he's even get one in his mouth. We waited.
Mr. Carlson sipped some more tea. Finally, he tipped the cup back and finished his drink. Nothing happened.
"All right, class," he said. "Everyone pass your papers to the front of the room. Remember to read Chapter 9 for tomorrow."
As we left the room, each of us walked past Mr. Carlson's desk. Each of us looked into the mug and made a face. The mug was empty!
Science was the last class of the day. The three of us gathered on the steps outside to decide what we'd do after school.
"Do you think he actually ate them?" Craig asked.
"That is really gross!" I said.
"Maybe he likes flies," Eric said. "He is pretty weird. Remember how he was saying that in some countries, they ear grasshoppers?"
"There's one of those spiders," Craig said. "I am way sick of hearing about spiders and about how smart they are. Let's see how smart this one is."
The small brown spider was hurrying across the steps. Craig brought his foot down right in the spider's path. The little thing turned around and started back the way he'd come. Craig put his other foot down on that side.
For a second the spider stopped, as if he were trying to decide what to do. Then he ran onto Craig's sneaker and started up his leg.
"Eew!" Craig cried. "Get off me!"
He shook his leg. The spider kept climbing. He brushed at it. The spider fell onto the steps.
"Hey, Craig is afraid of spiders," Eric said.
"I'm not afraid," Craig said. "I just don't like them."
He stepped over and brought his foot down right on top of the spider, crushing it.
Just at the moment, a dark shadow came over all three of us. We looked up. Mr. Carlson had just come out of the school door. He was standing at the top of the steps.
Usually, he seemed harmless. But now he was staring down at us with this terrible look on his face. He curled his lips back. His teeth were pointed like fangs. He made a weird rattling noise in his throat. He reached out and wrapped his skinny fingers tightly around Craig's arm.
What was he going to do to him?
As he turned to draw in the blackboard, I began Phase One of our plan. I dropped the pencil and made sure it rolled over toward the window. I saw Eric and Craig smile. I hoped they wouldn't break out laughing.
"A large web can have as many as thirteen thousand strands," Mr. Carlson was saying. He began to sketch a spider's web with the chalk. "Each of them is coated with a special glue for capturing prey."
I left my desk, bent down to get my pencil. Then I picked up three dead flies from the windo ledge. There was one of those big shiny green ones. It wasn't even dead. It was still kicking its little legs.
Next, I folded a piece of paper into a kind of envelope and put the flies inside. When I was sure Mr. Carlson wasn't looking, I passed the paper forward. It reached Eric, who sat in front row. That was Phase Two.
"You can see that the web is not only strong and useful, it is also very beautiful. To come across one on a summer morning, when it's covered with dew, simply takes your breath away." That's the way Mr. Carlson talked.
Eric waited until Mr. Carlson turned back to the blackboard. The teacher began to make a diagram of the little nozzles, "spinerets" he called them, that spiders use to make silk. Eric snuck out of his seat. He tiptoed to Mr. Carlson's desk. He dropped the three flies into the mug that Mr. Carlson drank his tea from.
That was Phase Three. Now we just waited.
"Before we finish today," Mr. Carlson said, "I want you to take a quiz on Chapter 8 in your book. You all read Chapter 8, didn't you?"
We groaned as he handed out the quiz. Mr Carlson gave us one of these dumb quizzes almost everyday. That was one of the reasons we were always looking for tricks we could play on him.
Mr. Carlson wasn't our real teacher. Mr. Simmons, who usually teaches seventh-grade science, was out because his wife had had a baby. He wanted to stay home and help her for a couple of months. Mr. Carlson was the substitute.
We're always pretty hard on substitute teachers. We figure it's a chance to get away with whatever you can get away with. Usually the substitutes didn't give too much homework, either. But Mr. Carlson did. He wanted us to do all this extra reading about different kinds of spiders and insects, which was what we were studying then.
Mr. Carlson sat down at his desk while we took the quiz. Another quiz on spiders. He was tall, but very thin. He had a small head and a short neck and a pair of big, thick glasses. His hair stuck out in bristles at the sides of his head.
We waited. This was the time when he usually filled his mug with tea from his thermos. Not today, though. Instead, he began to read a thick book, probably something about spiders.
I went back trying to think of the answers to the questions on the quiz. For most of them, I had to take a wild guess. I'm not always that good about doing my homework.
A few minutes later, something hit me on the head.
"Ow!" I said. It was just a paper wad, but it startled me.
"Lee, did you say something?" Mr. Carlson asked.
"Who, me?" I said.
Eric was looking back at me and grinning. Mr. Carlson had just poured his tea. Eric had thrown the paper wad to alert me. Now the teacher would find the flies in his mug. Boy, would he be grossed out!
Mr. Carlson turned the page of the book he was reading. He lifted his mug. I held my breath. He put the mug to his mouth. Craig almost laughed. Mr. Carlson sipped some tea. He put the mug down and went on reading.
We thought he'd see the flies right away. This was even better. Maybe he's even get one in his mouth. We waited.
Mr. Carlson sipped some more tea. Finally, he tipped the cup back and finished his drink. Nothing happened.
"All right, class," he said. "Everyone pass your papers to the front of the room. Remember to read Chapter 9 for tomorrow."
As we left the room, each of us walked past Mr. Carlson's desk. Each of us looked into the mug and made a face. The mug was empty!
Science was the last class of the day. The three of us gathered on the steps outside to decide what we'd do after school.
"Do you think he actually ate them?" Craig asked.
"That is really gross!" I said.
"Maybe he likes flies," Eric said. "He is pretty weird. Remember how he was saying that in some countries, they ear grasshoppers?"
"There's one of those spiders," Craig said. "I am way sick of hearing about spiders and about how smart they are. Let's see how smart this one is."
The small brown spider was hurrying across the steps. Craig brought his foot down right in the spider's path. The little thing turned around and started back the way he'd come. Craig put his other foot down on that side.
For a second the spider stopped, as if he were trying to decide what to do. Then he ran onto Craig's sneaker and started up his leg.
"Eew!" Craig cried. "Get off me!"
He shook his leg. The spider kept climbing. He brushed at it. The spider fell onto the steps.
"Hey, Craig is afraid of spiders," Eric said.
"I'm not afraid," Craig said. "I just don't like them."
He stepped over and brought his foot down right on top of the spider, crushing it.
Just at the moment, a dark shadow came over all three of us. We looked up. Mr. Carlson had just come out of the school door. He was standing at the top of the steps.
Usually, he seemed harmless. But now he was staring down at us with this terrible look on his face. He curled his lips back. His teeth were pointed like fangs. He made a weird rattling noise in his throat. He reached out and wrapped his skinny fingers tightly around Craig's arm.
What was he going to do to him?
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This is my first story. I hope you guys like it :)