Freaky Friday Page #9

You have to be at Harry's

school in minutes.

No!

I hate teachers!

You have to go.

I'll go to your school.

I'll take your exam,

and everything will be okay.

Okay, let's go.

Mom?

Yeah. Whatever.

Mrs. Coleman.

All right, let's do this thing.

Okay.

Well, what can I say

about Harry?

He is a sweet boy.

But he's having a little

trouble with bullies.

So?

That's character-building.

Kid needs to toughen up.

He's kind of a wimp.

So, that's it?

I can go?

No, not exactly.

Harry's very bright,

but he's having a

problem applying himself,

particularly in Math.

So, hold him back.

I mean, he's short.

He'll fit in,

you know what I mean?

Well, you know,

he's very good in English.

I had the class write an essay

on who they admire most,

and he wrote a wonderful

paper about your daughter.

So, what'd she say?

She showed me the paper

you wrote about Anna.

- You saw that?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, don't tell her I like her.

Well, why not?

Because we have

too much fun fighting.

You know, kid, you are way more

twisted than I thought.

Good try!

- Oh, man!

- Loser!

Good luck flunking.

Stacey, I want to talk to you.

Come here.

Why this falling out?

We were best friends

in sixth grade.

I know I got

involved with my music,

and you became involved

with your cheerleading,

but why does this

have to be World War III?

All those years

of trick-or-treating

and sleepovers.

Don't you remember any of it?

I know I do.

I mean, how do you

feel about that?

All right, let's all

take our seats for the test.

Sit with me?

Communication.

That's all it takes.

Hey, there you are.

Ooh! You again.

Look at you.

Love the hair.

Got a surprise.

You're gonna be happy with me.

I seriously doubt that.

Great dress. Sexy.

Oozing sore!

I don't see anything.

Makeup! Great stuff!

Hey, take it easy, stud.

Save it for the honeymoon.

You know what?

We have to go anyway.

Oh, no, I have to get

that fortune thingy.

No time.

I've got my sweater on.

No, no.

I have to...

We have to leave.

We'll spoil the surprise.

- Watch your step.

- Okay.

- Watch your step.

- Okay.

- Watch your step.

- Okay!

- Still got your eyes closed?

- Yeah.

All right, okay, relax.

Open them.

You're on

"The Dottie Robertson Show."

They had

a last-second cancellation.

I got you on.

To talk about that book?

Break a leg.

I didn't want to say anything.

We're ready for you now.

I know you get nervous,

but you're gonna be great.

I'm gonna barf!

Go get 'em!

- Watch your step. This way.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not that person.

- Right there.

There you go.

Oh, sorry.

Now, makeup's gonna

come to you, sweetie, okay?

What is this thing?

"Through the Looking Glass.

Senescence."

Se-nes-cence?

Seeny-sincey?

What?

"The sum of

the areas of the shaded regions

in terms of 'D' is equal to

A, 'D' squared times the sum

of pi divided by four minus

'D' divided by two.

B, 'D' squared

times the sum of pi cubed

divided by 'D' minus two."

Now, what is pi again?

Three-point-something?

Oh, this is ridiculous.

I've never used pi.

Anna's never gonna use pi!

Why is it called pi anyway?

Okay, focus.

Or "C, 'D' cubed minus

the sum of pi squared.

Psst!

Miss Brown,

she's copying my test!

- Hey, cheater.

- I did not cheat.

That Stacey Hinkhouse

is conniving.

It's your business.

I did not cheat.

Don't you smirk at me.

If you're so perfect,

why are you

in detention all the time?

I'm not in detention.

I work here.

What would you say if I told you

I could help finish your test?

Really?

Yeah.

You know, my publisher doesn't

think anybody's gonna know

what the word

"senescence" means.

Do you know what it means?

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