The plot thickens!
(NaNuhhhhhhhhhh! Detective music.)
The next morning, I followed Rebecca around. (And for those of you who are wondering, I did not morph to follow her. This book isn't about some kid who turns into animals and fights Yeerks. That's a different series. This is about MY battle with the Yeerks, how I dealt with them.)
She did her chores, did schoolwork, talked to her friends, and played Nintendo. Nothing weird or abnormal.
But, in the three years I've known about the Yeerks, I've realized. You can't tell if they're controllers. The Yeerk knows the victim's very thoughts, so it's impossible to tell.
Later that day, I had to stop following her, because some friends of mine came over.
You see, we're allowed to have friends outside of the orphanage. When I have time outside on Saturday, I spend it with my friends that I made the previous Saturday.
My friend, Marco, visited me. He brought along his weird friend, Phillip, and his friend Eric. Marco always comes out of the woods when he heads to the orphanage. I don't know why.
Anyway, Marco and his friends came to say hi.
"Hey, Jackie, what's up?"
"Nothing much. Work, school, more work, more school." Fighting Yeerks, Morphing, more fighting Yeerks, more morphing.
"Hello, Jaaacckeeeeeeeeeeeee. Jackeeeeeeeeeeeee. Eeeeeeeeeeeee."
Phillip, of course. I think something is wrong with that kid.
Phillip sniffed loudly, then smiled. A weird smile. I looked away from him.
"Hello, Jacqueline."
"Hey Eric. So what are you guys doing here? Is something wrong?"
Marco and Eric exchanged glances. I started wondering, why exactly was Marco here? Is he a controller here to look at whatever new project is going on? Was I wrong for distrusting my friend? Or did I have a reason not to trust him? Am I getting hysterical without saying a word? Am I going to wear out the question mark key on this keyboard before Marco says something?
"Well, actually Jackie, we're…."
A scream came from the kitchen. We heard the crash of dishes and more screams.
A thick woman's voice that sounded suspiciously like our cook said "Get out of here, you nasty little boy! No! Drop those! Those are for breakfast tomorrow! Help! Police!"
"Hey, Marco, where's Phillip?" I asked, noticing that the boy was gone.
Marco took off running toward the kitchen. Eric politely said goodbye, then followed Marco.
Boys.
Ugh.
Anyway, I had lost Rebecca. But it didn't matter. I went to my room and thought about it a while. They had carried a jar into her room. They held the jar up to her ear. Yeerks go into your brain through your ear! There was a Yeerk in that jar! The Yeerks were taking kids in their sleep! How was I going to stay alive now?
(NaNuhhhhhhhhhh! Detective music.)
The next morning, I followed Rebecca around. (And for those of you who are wondering, I did not morph to follow her. This book isn't about some kid who turns into animals and fights Yeerks. That's a different series. This is about MY battle with the Yeerks, how I dealt with them.)
She did her chores, did schoolwork, talked to her friends, and played Nintendo. Nothing weird or abnormal.
But, in the three years I've known about the Yeerks, I've realized. You can't tell if they're controllers. The Yeerk knows the victim's very thoughts, so it's impossible to tell.
Later that day, I had to stop following her, because some friends of mine came over.
You see, we're allowed to have friends outside of the orphanage. When I have time outside on Saturday, I spend it with my friends that I made the previous Saturday.
My friend, Marco, visited me. He brought along his weird friend, Phillip, and his friend Eric. Marco always comes out of the woods when he heads to the orphanage. I don't know why.
Anyway, Marco and his friends came to say hi.
"Hey, Jackie, what's up?"
"Nothing much. Work, school, more work, more school." Fighting Yeerks, Morphing, more fighting Yeerks, more morphing.
"Hello, Jaaacckeeeeeeeeeeeee. Jackeeeeeeeeeeeee. Eeeeeeeeeeeee."
Phillip, of course. I think something is wrong with that kid.
Phillip sniffed loudly, then smiled. A weird smile. I looked away from him.
"Hello, Jacqueline."
"Hey Eric. So what are you guys doing here? Is something wrong?"
Marco and Eric exchanged glances. I started wondering, why exactly was Marco here? Is he a controller here to look at whatever new project is going on? Was I wrong for distrusting my friend? Or did I have a reason not to trust him? Am I getting hysterical without saying a word? Am I going to wear out the question mark key on this keyboard before Marco says something?
"Well, actually Jackie, we're…."
A scream came from the kitchen. We heard the crash of dishes and more screams.
A thick woman's voice that sounded suspiciously like our cook said "Get out of here, you nasty little boy! No! Drop those! Those are for breakfast tomorrow! Help! Police!"
"Hey, Marco, where's Phillip?" I asked, noticing that the boy was gone.
Marco took off running toward the kitchen. Eric politely said goodbye, then followed Marco.
Boys.
Ugh.
Anyway, I had lost Rebecca. But it didn't matter. I went to my room and thought about it a while. They had carried a jar into her room. They held the jar up to her ear. Yeerks go into your brain through your ear! There was a Yeerk in that jar! The Yeerks were taking kids in their sleep! How was I going to stay alive now?