Ivy and Bean and the Ghost that Had to Go (Ivy & Bean, Book 2) (Bk. 2)
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Best friends Ivy and Bean are back and looking for adventure in the second installment of this engaging new series. This time they've made an amazing discoverya ghost in the school bathroom! Ivy and Bean can see its cloudy form and its glowing eyes. They can hear its moaning voice. This is the best thing that ever happened at schooluntil the teachers find out. Now Ivy and Bean have to figure out how to get the ghost out of the bathroom. Will they succeed? Maybe. Will they have fun? Of course!
Bean’s old playhouse, and Ivy read the oath in a very serious voice. Then she got out a pin. She held it right above her finger, ready to stab herself. Almost ready to stab herself. “Blood attracts vampire bats,” she said suddenly. “Vampire bats?” said Bean. “Yeah. Vampire bats. They drink blood. Mostly, they drink cow blood, but they might get attracted to us if we sign the oath with blood.” She put the pin down. Bean understood. Poking your finger with a pin didn’t seem like a big deal
MacAdam, who mostly talked to himself, had to be separated from Bean. Once, Ms. Aruba-Tate had Bean sit by herself, but Bean just talked louder. Bean tried not to talk. She promised not to talk. But every day she talked. Mostly, she was trying to be helpful. She was trying to explain things to kids who didn’t understand. For example, regrouping. Eric didn’t understand regrouping. Ms. Aruba-Tate had explained it, but he didn’t understand it. So he added instead of subtracting. Bean couldn’t
glittery. “She still likes you,” Bean said. “Really, she does.” Ivy shook her head. They were supposed to be walking home, but Ivy kept stopping. She felt too awful to walk. “Why didn’t you just say that the bathroom wasn’t haunted?” asked Bean. “Grown-ups never like that kind of stuff.” “But it is haunted,” Ivy said. “And I’m the one who said it was.” “Okay,” Bean said. “But you don’t have to tell them everything.” “I didn’t think Ms. Aruba-Tate would get mad at me.” “She’s not mad at
person. Stuff to play with. And money. We should do that.” Presents would make the ceremony even better. “Presents,” Ivy repeated. “That’s a great idea. It’ll be like an ancient burial.” Suddenly, she stood up. “But first we need to make the potion.” SNEAKY BEAN “BEAN!” “She sounds like one of those screaming monkeys,” said Ivy, stirring. “She looks like one, too,” said Bean. “Do we need more rosemary?” “Sure,” Ivy said. “Put some more in.” “BEAN! YOU’VE GOT TO COME HOME NOW! MOM
know that she was up? Nancy liked her door closed at night. Bean had always thought that was weird. But now it was just plain annoying, because Bean had to open the door without making a sound. Very, very slowly, she turned the knob. Quietly, quietly, she pushed the door. It gave one sharp creak and then swung open. Nancy kept her door closed, but she kept her curtain open. This was very handy, because the streetlight coming in the open window gave Bean enough light to see. Nancy was rolled