filled in as the substitute history teacher for Mrs. Bor-rington, our small crew had some amazing experiences together. Using Liberty’s time-travel ability we
did so much, including visiting the Pilgrims on the
Mayflower, walking through the streets of Boston in the
1770s, and joining Paul Revere’s Ride. Thinking back on
these adventures, I noticed Cam looked happy despite his
father being away with the military. So, I was eager to find
out what he wanted to ask me about.
Cam nudged Tommy, who picked up a blue backpack
off the floor and put his arms through the straps. Tommy
nodded to Freedom, and the three friends left the other
students and started walking down the hallway. I casually
slipped in behind them. I had expected them to notice me,
but they just kept walking and talking.
“Did you say president, Cam?” Tommy asked, paus-
ing. “You want to be student body president? Dude, I
mean, that is really cool and all, but a ton of work. Aren’t
you going to be busy enough as the school mascot?”
“Yeah, you’re gonna be awesome as the Manchester
Lion,” said Freedom.
“I am pretty excited about it,” Cam said. “And I do
like the attention. I even had this seventh grader ask for my
autograph. So I figured since I’m basically the Lion King, I
might as well be president, too.” He smiled wide and put an
arm around each of his friend’s shoulders.
Tommy pointed to a poster of Uncle Sam thumb-
tacked to the wall near a set of lockers. The historical char-
acter was pointing straight ahead and below his face were
big, bold letters that read I WANT YOU FOR STUDENT BODY
PRESIDENT — VISIT PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE. Tommy chuckled
and said, “Sounds like you took Uncle Sam seriously.”
“I think ‘President Cam’ has a nice ring to it, don’t
you?” Cam said. “If you’re lucky, you may be able to live in
my White House. I’m just saying.” When Cam turned to
look at each of his friends I could tell he was grinning from
ear to ear.
I was about to surprise the time-traveling crew and
make my presence known, when I glimpsed someone coming in our direction. It was a blond-haired girl with a light
blue sweater and matching bow in her hair — Elizabeth, the
principal’s daughter. I ducked and darted into an adjoining
hallway and put my back against another set of lockers. A
few students looked at me with awkward glances, but I was
pretty sure Elizabeth hadn’t seen me. She had time-traveled
with us the previous school year and tried to change history.
Then she attempted to reveal Liberty’s secret to her father.
Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly eager to see her.
I peeked around the lockers just as Elizabeth part-
ed the sea of students in front of Cam, Tommy, and
Freedom. Three other girls, who looked like her mirror
images, followed behind like ducks.
“If it isn’t the geek squad,” Elizabeth said. “Well, not
you, Thomas. Don’t forget, I’m saving you a seat right
next to me in science class.” She gave an eye flutter, then
changed to a serious expression as she turned to Cam. “Let
me guess, you’re planning a nerd convention.”
“Actually, Elizabeth,” Freedom responded, “Cam is
thinking about running for student body president.”
I had not seen Elizabeth in a while and had forgotten
how obnoxious she could be.
“Great to see you, too, Eliza-brat,” Cam replied.
“Cam, maybe you could be president of Dorks-’R’-Us
but no way are you cool enough to be president of Man-
chester Middle,” she said. “Just because you get to wear a
stinky lion costume doesn’t mean you’re outta Loserville.”
“Whatever,” Cam replied, rolling his eyes.
Elizabeth and her gaggle scurried off, giggling all the
way down the hall.
I turned the other way as she passed, then returned to
following the crew.
“Do not listen to anything she says,” Tommy told
“Yeah,” said Freedom. “Don’t let Elizabeth get into
your head. Next time she comes around I’m going to throw
a bucket of water on her and watch her melt.”
“Whoa, Freedom,” said Cam. “Maybe I could hire
you as part of my presidential security. I need a bodyguard
Freedom smiled and flexed her muscles.
Tommy gave Cam a fist bump. “I gotta go. The bell’s
going to ring soon, and I still have to get something out of
“Me, too,” Freedom said, and waved goodbye.
Cam was finally alone for a second so I walked over
and said brightly, “Hi, Cam!”
“Oh hi, Mr. Revere,” Cam responded, happily. “You’re
lucky. You just missed Elizabeth. I’m telling you she’s some-
thing else; she totally drives me nuts.” He shook his head.
“Oh, no, I’m sorry I missed her,” I said, holding back
the sarcasm. “So how are you doing? How is your mom?”
I asked. “How is your father doing? I’m sure you’ll need to
get to class soon, but your mom said you wanted to talk to
me about something?” Students kept passing in the hallway, looking at my colonial attire with amusement. “Are
“That’s like twenty questions, Mr. Revere,” said Cam,
laughing. “So, I was just talking to Tommy and Freedom.
The thing is, I want to run for student body president.” He
pointed at the Uncle Sam poster on the wall. “I mean, I’d