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Poppy! They look alike, almost like brother and sister. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been married a hundred years. They both have long, thin faces and short white hair. They both wear thick glasses with silver wire frames. They’re both really skinny. And they both have sad eyes and sad expressions. I didn’t feel like sitting there at dinner and making small talk with them today. I was still really pumped about what we’d been doing all afternoon. Being invisible was just so weird and exciting. I wanted to be by myself and think about it. You know. Try to relive it, relive what it felt like. A lot of times after I’ve done something really exciting or interesting, I like to go up to my room, lie down on my bed, and just think about it. Analyze it. Tear it apart. Dad says I have a very scientific mind. I guess he’s right. I walked over to my place at the table. “You’re looking much shorter,” Poppy said, wiping his mouth with his cloth napkin. That was one of his standard jokes. He said it every time he saw me. I forced a laugh and sat down. “Your soup must be ice cold by now,” Grammy said, clicking her tongue. “Nothing I hate more than cold soup. I mean, what’s the point of having soup if it isn’t steaming hot?” “It tastes okay,” I said, taking a spoonful. “We had some delicious cold soup last summer,” Poppy said. He loved to contradict Grammy and start arguments with her. “Strawberry soup, remember? You wouldn’t want that hot, would you?” “It wasn’t strawberry,” Grammy told him, frowning. “It wasn’t even soup. It was some kind of fancy yogurt.” “No, it wasn’t,” Poppy insisted. “It was definitely cold soup.” “You’re wrong, as usual,” Grammy snapped. This could get ugly, I thought. “What kind of soup is this?” I asked, trying to stop their arguing. “Chicken noodle,” Mom answered quickly. “Didn’t you recognize it?” “Poppy and I had soup a few weeks ago that we couldn’t recognize,” my grandmother said, shaking her head. “I had to ask the waiter what it was. It didn’t look like what we’d ordered at all. Some kind of potato-leek soup, wasn’t it, Poppy?” Poppy took a long time swallowing some noodles. “No. Tomato,” he answered. “Where’s your brother?” Dad asked, staring at the empty chair next to me. “Huh?” I reacted with surprise. I had been so busy listening to my grandparents’ silly soup arguments, I had forgotten all about Lefty. “His soup is getting cold,” Poppy said. “You’ll have to heat it up for him,” Grammy said, tsk-tsking again. “So where is he?” Dad asked. I shrugged. “He was right behind me,” I said. I turned toward the dining room doorway and shouted, “Lefty! Lef-teeeee!” “Don’t shout at the table,” Mom scolded. “Get up and go find him.” “Is there any more soup?” Poppy asked. “I didn’t really get enough.”
I put my napkin down and started to get up. But before I was out of my chair, I saw Lefty’s soup bowl rise up into the air. Oh, no! I thought. I knew instantly what was happening. My idiot brother had made himself invisible, and now he thought he was being funny, trying to scare the daylights out of everyone at the table. The soup bowl floated up over Lefty’s place. I stood up and lunged for it and pulled it down as fast as I could. “Get out!” I whispered loudly to Lefty. “What did you say?” my mom asked, gaping at me. “I said I’m getting out and going to find Lefty,” I told her, thinking quickly. “Get out—now!” I whispered to Lefty. “Stop talking about finding him. Just go do it,” my mom said impatiently. I stood up just as my dumb invisible brother raised his water glass. The glass floated up over the table. I gasped and grabbed for it. But I grabbed too hard. I jerked the glass, and water spilled all over the table. “Hey!” Mom screamed. I pulled the glass down to its place. Then I looked up. Dad was glaring at me, his eyes burning angrily into mine. He knows, I thought, a heavy feeling of dread sweeping over me. He saw what just happened, and he knows. Lefty has spoiled it for everyone.
Page 2 and 3: LET’S GET INVISIBLE! Goosebumps -
Page 4 and 5: He and I raced down the narrow hall
Page 6 and 7: “It’s kind of spooky up here,
Page 8 and 9: “Ooh, it smells so musty,” Erin
Page 10 and 11: I stepped in front of it and starte
Page 12 and 13: 4 All three of them were staring in
Page 14 and 15: 5 The chain slipped from Erin’s h
Page 16 and 17: Taking a deep breath, I opened the
Page 18 and 19: “You going to go invisible again?
Page 20 and 21: I stepped back in front of the mirr
Page 22 and 23: They won’t let us use it.” He s
Page 24 and 25: “Yeah. Sure,” he muttered. Left
Page 26 and 27: I felt very shaky, kind of trembly
Page 28 and 29: “Your mom said you were here,”
Page 30 and 31: “This is too scary. I hate this!
Page 32 and 33: “Chicken?” Zack teased her. “
Page 34 and 35: “Whoa!” I cried. “That might
Page 36 and 37: No response. Could they hear me? Th
Page 38 and 39: that little piece of chain.” “I
Page 42 and 43: 15 Dad glared angrily across the ta
Page 44 and 45: “Erin, I’m not so sure about th
Page 46 and 47: “Maaaaax.” The whisper, I reali
Page 48 and 49: I heard giggling. Familiar giggling
Page 50 and 51: “I’ll hurry,” I told her, and
Page 52 and 53: “I don’t want to compete,” Ap
Page 54 and 55: Zack took a step back from the mirr
Page 56 and 57: 20 “Erin—where are you?” I sh
Page 58 and 59: tomatoes began to circle each other
Page 60 and 61: “No. Really,” I said. “Zack c
Page 62 and 63: The light swirled around me. I felt
Page 64 and 65: And as I floated deeper, deeper, th
Page 66 and 67: scratching against glass. I struggl
Page 68 and 69: around roughly. “The switch wasn
Page 70 and 71: And then Erin and Zack dropped onto

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