Chapter 3 A Strange School
Chapter 3 A Strange School
Before I knew it, we had pulled up in front of a big gray building.
"Excuse me. This isn't Mission Control," I protested.
"That's right," the policewoman said. "I'm not buying any of that ‘mission control' nonsense.
I'm too sensible for that. I brought you right back where you belong - school."
"But I don't go to this school," I protested again.
"And I really need help for the astronauts in the spaceship."
The policewoman began to pul
