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Prologue
I should have known that as soon as Ezra got some kind of superpower he would use it for evil.
Well, not evil really, but certainly not for good.
Hayden and I weren't exactly thinking we should all put on blue tights and red capes and go around saving the world, but we also didn't think Ezra's approach was all that enlightened either.
Because as soon as we got the morphing power - the power to change ourselves into any other person we wanted to - Ezra decided to change himself into Mr. Klonk, our principal at Messetup Middle School.
He was going to wait until Klonk called in sick one day, then morph himself into a perfect copy of Klonk. Then he'd spend the day as Klonk, giving grief to all the teachers.
I was tempted, too. I thought about using my morphing power to get revenge on the snotty cheerleaders who tormented me.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name's Abby Moody, and Hayden and I and our friend Ezra are eighth graders at Messetup. I'd like to say we're all good-looking and popular and smart, but we're really just smart - and sometimes Hayden and I aren't too sure about Ezra.
We got this power to morph into other human beings - to be Humanomorphs, as I called us - in an accident at this factory, involving chemicals and lightning.
But there were problems, like the more we morphed the more we started getting these really weird nightmares.
And the nightmares weren't even the worst of it. 'Cause the factory we had been snooping around at had caught us on surveillance cameras, and their guards came looking for us at school.
And they found us.
It turned out the factory was making a new kind of super-poisonous spray that they planned to use on the Amazon rain forest, to clear out thousands of acres. They were afraid we'd found out their secret, and they weren't too happy. They wanted to shut us up - permanently.
We were just three kids (and one of us was Ezra, which counts even more against us). But we did have the power to morph.
And maybe that power would give us the ability to save the rain forest.


Chapter One
It was another typical morning at Messetup Middle School. This was back before we got the power to morph, and we had no hint of what was to come.
The cool girls were hanging around outside the entrance, checking out their perfect hair and their perfect makeup in their little makeup compact mirrors. The cool guys were trying to get the cool girls' attention by telling jokes in loud voices and punching each other in the arm.
The brainiacs were already in their classes, already at their desks, re-checking the math homework they'd done the night before and discussing what they were going to do their Science Fair projects on.
The bad kids were in the boys' bathroom, drawing on the walls of the bathroom stalls with magic markers.
Messetup Middle School is in a pretty nice,
safe suburb, but a handful of boys like to pretend they're inner-city gang members, wearing big baggy pants that hang down off their waists and backwards baseball caps. They always say "Yo!" to each other and draw graffiti on the walls.
Hayden, Ezra and I turned off the sidewalk and walked up to the steps and the big double wooden doors. Suddenly, one of the cool guys called Hayden's name.
Hayden jerked like he'd been shot by a sniper - Hayden, Ezra and I don't exactly hang out with the cool kids, or the brainiacs, or the homey-wannabes.
We don't hang with anybody, except each other. Some of the other kids probably think we're misfits, but we just have our own little clique of three.
Maybe it sounds strange, two boys and a girl just hanging out together in their own little group. But we've been neighbors and friends since third grade.
Still, when Chip George, the star of the football team, stops flirting with Amanda Walker, the blonde cheerleader, and calls you to come over, well, you have to pay attention.
So Hayden did.
He walked over to Chip and a few other of the cool guys. I watched as Chip put his arm around Hay-
den's shoulder and led him away from the group, talking to him in a low voice.
Strange. Very strange indeed.
Maria, one of the cheerleaders in what Ezra called "the loathsome foursome," put away her compact and looked up and saw Ezra and me.
"Look who's here, dudes," she said to her friends. That was the latest "cool" thing that the cool girls did, call each other "dude," like they were surfers in Southern California.
"If it isn't Abby Moody," Maria called loudly.
"How are you feeling today, Abby? Moody?"
Her friends all exploded into laughter at her lame joke, one I'd heard in various forms for three or four years now.
"I'd be moody too if I looked like that," said Kelly.
Hey, I thought, I don't look that bad. So my hair isn't blonde and doesn't have that perfect little wave to it. It's brown and straight and short, but OK. In fact, that's me all over: OK brown eyes, OK medium height and weight, OK figure.
Speaking of lame jokes, this is probably a good time to explain about the name of our school, Messetup Middle School. It's pronounced "Mess-ED-
up," and it's an old Indian word meaning "great river." Actually, our school is named after the Messetup River that flows through town.
Just about every kid who's ever attended Messetup, though, has pronounced it "Mess It Up," or "Messed Up." It's an old joke, one that the teachers have gotten used to over the years.
But Ezra, being Ezra, had taken the joke name to new heights, or new lows, depending on how you saw it.
At a football game a month ago, he had "borrowed" one of the megaphones that the cheerleaders use to lead the crowd, and stood up in the front row of the spectator stands. He turned around, facing the crowd.
"Say it loud! Say it proud! This is one big messed up crowd!" he had yelled, imitating a cheer.
The kids had all laughed, but the grown-ups didn't think it was funny. Neither did the cheerleaders - Angela, Amanda, Maria and Kelly and the rest. They were used to being the center of attention.
"Hey ho! What do you know! We're all messed up with no place to go!" Ezra had bellowed.
At this point, Mr. Klonk, the principal, had made his way over to Ezra, and told him to put down