The next day, I reached school pretty late. It was not really my fault. It was all because of that Magical Michael. If he hadn't made my fingers sticky, I won't have been late. First, my fingers stuck to my bathroom door, then to the tap, then again to the bathroom door and a lot of other things.

"Andrew, why are you just standing there holding that door. You will be late for school!" Mom kept shouting to me.

It's not my fault, Mom, I thought.

The basketball match in school was even worse. I am the captain of the basketball team at school. Everybody expects me to play really marvellous. But after today's match, they were probably in a state of shock. Coach Marks split the class into two teams. The kids on my side were really happy that I was their captain. The captain of the other team was Seth, the second best basketball player of the school and Coach Marks' son. Coach Marks blew the whistle. The match started.

I let the other team take the ball. It would have stuck to my fingers if I had taken it. Everybody stared at me. I did my best not to touch the ball. But I am the best player so my teammates passed the ball to me every minute. I just avoided it and acted like I couldn't catch it. But once during the match, the ball went straight into my hands. Of course, it stuck to them. Coach Marks blew the whistle.

"You can't hold the ball in your hands for so much time." He yelled.

Our team lost that match.