Welcome back to R.L. Stein Story Club. I'm Iney, the club leader, your guide through the strange, the frightening, the unsettling story club world.

We're headed back to R.L. Stein's secret vault for a real singer of a story.

Have you ever wished you could read people's minds?

Honestly, it sounds like a real drag to me.

I have enough thoughts of my own.

The last thing I need is an endless stream of lather from other people's heads.

That actually sounds like a curse, not a superpower.

But who am I to judge?

I think this story will judge for itself.

It's the R.L. Stein Story Club, and this is The Mind Reader.

Who knew gymnastics was so hard? I thought it would be easier than playing on the soccer team.

So much tumbling, I think I tore a muscle. At least we don't have to run up and down a field chasing a stupid ball.

Life can be worse. No, seriously. I think I tore a muscle in my elbow. I don't think that's how the elbow works.

Whoa there!

Watch where you're going.

How does someone nearly walk into a lamppost?

Well, something's not right with this elbow.

Maybe I'll try the dance team.

That could be good, right?

Um, sure. But then I wouldn't have a tumbling partner.

True. I wouldn't want to leave you stranded. Plus, I'm pretty good at gymnastics.

I bet I could cartwheel all the way through the crosswalk.

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