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Titel: Gone
Autoren: Michael Grant
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    299 HOURS , 54 MINUTES
    ONE MINUTE THE teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone.
    No “poof.” No flash of light. No explosion.
    Sam Temple was sitting in third-period history class staring blankly at the blackboard, but far away in his head. In his head he was down at the beach, he and Quinn. Down at the beach with their boards, yelling, bracing for that first plunge into cold Pacific water.
    For a moment he thought he had imagined it, the teacher disappearing. For a moment he thought he’d slipped into a daydream.
    Sam turned to Mary Terrafino, who sat just to his left. “You saw that, right?”
    Mary was staring hard at the place where the teacher had been.
    “Um, where’s Mr. Trentlake?” It was Quinn Gaither, Sam’s best, maybe only, friend. Quinn sat right behind Sam. The two of them favored window seats because sometimes if you caught just the right angle, you could actually see a tiny sliver of sparkling water between the school buildings and the homes beyond.
    “He must have left,” Mary said, not sounding like she believed it.
    Edilio, a new kid Sam found potentially interesting, said, “No, man. Poof.” He did a thing with his fingers that was a pretty good illustration of the concept.
    Kids were staring at one another, craning their necks this way and that, giggling nervously. No one was scared. No one was crying. The whole thing seemed kind of funny.
    “Mr. Trentlake poofed?” said Quinn, with a suppressed giggle in his voice.
    “Hey,” someone said, “where’s Josh?”
    Heads turned to look.
    “Was he here today?”
    “Yes, he was here. He was right here next to me.” Sam recognized the voice. Bette. Bouncing Bette.
    “He just, you know, disappeared,” Bette said. “Just like Mr. Trentlake.”
    The door to the hallway opened. Every eye locked on it. Mr. Trentlake was going to step in, maybe with Josh, and explain how he had pulled off this magic trick, and then get back to talking in his excited, strained voice about the Civil War nobody cared about.
    But it wasn’t Mr. Trentlake. It was Astrid Ellison, known as Astrid the Genius, because she was…well, she was a genius. Astrid was in all the AP classes the school had. In some subjects she was taking online courses from the university.
    Astrid had shoulder-length blond hair, and liked to wear starched white short-sleeved blouses that never failed to catch Sam’s eye. Astrid was out of his league, Sam knew that. But there was no law against thinking about her.
    “Where’s your teacher?” Astrid asked.
    There was a collective shrug. “He poofed,” Quinn said, like maybe it was funny.
    “Isn’t he out in the hallway?” Mary asked.
    Astrid shook her head. “Something weird is happening. My math study group…there were just three of us, plus the teacher. They all just disappeared.”
    “What?” Sam said.
    Astrid looked right at him. He couldn’t look away like he normally would, because her gaze wasn’t challenging, skeptical like it usually was: it was scared. Her normally sharp, discerning blue eyes were wide, with way too much white showing. “They’re gone. They all just…disappeared.”
    “What about your teacher?” Edilio said.
    “She’s gone, too,” Astrid said.
    “Poof,” Quinn said, not giggling so much now, starting to think maybe it wasn’t a joke after all.
    Sam noticed a sound. More than one, really. Distant car alarms, coming from town. He stood up, feeling self-conscious,like it wasn’t really his place to do so, and walked on stiff legs to the door. Astrid moved away so he could step past her. He could smell her shampoo as he went by.
    Sam looked left, down toward room 211, the room where Astrid’s math wonks met. The next door down, 213, a kid stuck out his head. He had a half-scared, half-giddy expression, like someone buckling into a roller coaster.
    The other direction, down at 207, kids were laughing too loud. Freaky loud. Fifth graders. Across the hall, room 208, three sixth graders suddenly burst out into the hallway and stopped dead. They stared at Sam, like he might yell at them.
    Perdido Beach School was a small-town school, with everyone from kindergarten to ninth grade all in one building, elementary and middle school together. High school was an hour’s drive away in San Luis.
    Sam walked toward Astrid’s classroom. She and Quinn were right behind him.
    The classroom was empty. Desk chairs, the teacher’s
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