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anyone."

Helen didn't allow her dark eye brows to draw together into one thin line at her teacher's avoidance of answering her questions. "It's not something I lost." She leaned over the desk and lowered her voice. "I think it was a cell phone." They weren't allowed cell phones at school. "Do you know if any of the teachers lost their cell phone?"

Mrs. Leeming tapped hot pink nails on her desk. "If you've found someone's cell phone, Helen, you need to take it to the lost and found in the office."

Helen nodded knowingly, like Mrs. Leeming had just imparted a long kept secret to her. "I think I will. Thank you, Mrs. Leeming. Have a good night."

With that she turned and left the classroom, except Helen wasn't headed to the lost and found in the office. Not yet. She had other suspects to interrogate. Mrs. Leeming wasn't completely off her list because she had avoided answering the questions, but she still wasn't very high on the list. Helen peered around the door frame to the room where she had her English class. Ms. Miller was still in the room, changing her decorations from fall to winter.

She was a short, round woman, completely opposite of Mrs. Leeming in that respect and she always bustled about the classroom like she had something very important that she needed to be doing but never seemed to accomplish much of anything at all.

"Ms. Miller!" Helen burst into the room plastering the largest grin she had ever made across her face. "I love your snowflake decorations!"

The English teacher jumped about twice her height. The silver and blue glitter she was adding to the handmade snowflakes exploded from the tube when she squeezed it, releasing a mushroom cloud of fairy dust into the air over her head. She turned to her student, now thoroughly covered in gold dust and sparkles, "You startled me, dear. What are you still doing at school? Did you get another detention?"

Helen frowned that the word "another" was stressed as if she had detentions all the time. "Yes, I did, but that's not why I'm here." She made her way around the desks so that she was face to face with her teacher. "I'm writing a story, and the girl in my story finds this weird silver, smooth thing, but she doesn't know what to call it."

"Silver and smooth?" Ms. Miller took off her glasses and proceeded to try to find a patch of shirt that was not covered in glitter. "What does this silver and smooth thing do?"

"Well, it's like a DVD player, except it doesn't use a screen. It projects stuff."

"Silver,

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