Leo noticed it first, during snack time. His graham cracker was perfectly whole—until he blinked. Then a zigzag crack ran right down its middle, like a tiny earthquake had hit it. He looked up. No one else seemed to notice.
The easel fell over. Not because someone pushed it—because the air itself tilted. For one breathless second, the whole kindergarten tilted sideways, like a page being turned. The blocks scattered. The goldfish in Mr. Wiggles’ tank swam diagonally. And when everything righted itself, the door to the playground led somewhere else: a hall of lockers that didn’t belong, with a sign that read kindergarten cracked
But Leo had an idea.