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Authors: Bruce Coville
Tags: Fiction, General, Humorous stories, Science-Fiction, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Education, School & Education, Life on other planets, Schools, Extraterrestrial beings, Teachers, Professional Development, Substitute teachers
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"It's no joke, Duncan," I said, drawing a cross over my heart with my fingers.
He looked at me suspiciously. Then he nodded. "OK," he said. "Now, what are we going to do about it?"
Now that was something I hadn't expected: an offer of help from Duncan Dougal. Think quick, I told myself. This may not happen again for another ten years.
I looked at Duncan. "How would you feel about skipping school today?" I asked.
He grinned, showing the big gap between his front teeth. "I love skipping school," he said.
He wasn't telling me something I didn't know. One of the things that made it possible to survive having Duncan in our class was the fact that he was out of school so often. We all knew his older brother wrote his excuses for him. But none of us were about to tell; we weren't crazy enough to do something that would put Duncan in our classroom any more often than necessary.
Besides, if one of us told and Duncan found out who did it, he would massacre that person.
But it might be useful to have him along—if I could be sure of one other thing. "Can you go someplace with Peter without picking on him?" I asked.
"Sure," said Duncan. "I like Peter."
I looked at him. To my astonishment, he looked like he really meant it.
I shook my head. What can you say to someone like that?
"All right," I said. "You go do whatever it is you do when you skip school. I'm going to sneak out of the building at quarter after nine. I want you to meet me at the corner of Pine and Parker. You'll need a bike."
I thought about telling him not to steal it, but decided that might seem too insulting.
Duncan nodded his head. "Where are we going?" he asked.
I looked him right in the eye and said, "Peter and I are going to break into Mr. Smith's house and take pictures of the force field where he's holding Ms. Schwartz prisoner. I want you to stand outside and be our lookout, in case Mr. Smith gets wise and comes back to stop us."
I hesitated, then added, "I hope you won't mind facing an alien death ray."
I suppose that was a rotten thing to say. But the look on Duncan's face made it worth it.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Hookey for Three
I was so nervous that I didn't even look at Mr. Smith when it was time to leave for my lesson.
Forgive me, Mr. Bamwick, I thought as I headed away from his room, toward the side door.
Peeking out to make sure there was no one around, I sprinted to my bike, unlocked it, and headed out of the schoolyard as fast as I could.
Duncan was waiting at the corner of Pine and Parker, sitting on a blue five-speed.
"Follow me!" I said and kept riding for the edge of town.
I checked my watch. It had been twelve minutes since I left the class. If I could make it back just as fast, that would give me sixteen minutes to take the pictures.
Peter was waiting in front of the hedge at Broxholm's house. I could see his smile quickly turn
to a frown when he saw who was with me. His pale face turned even paler as we drew up.
"What's he doing here?" demanded Peter.
I was impressed. It took a lot of nerve for Peter to say that in front of Duncan.
To my surprise, it was Duncan who tried to make peace. "I just came to help," he said. He did say it kind of belligerently, but he was holding up his hands with the palms out to show that he meant peace.
"He's going to be our lookout," I added, hoping that Peter would see the wisdom of this.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "OK," he said grudgingly. "I guess you can stay."
Duncan looked as pleased as a naughty puppy who's just been let back into the house. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Stand right here," I said, indicating a spot just inside the hedge where he could have a good view of the sidewalk. "If you see Mr. Smith coming, run up on the porch and pound on the door to give us a warning. Then run for your life!"
Duncan nodded seriously and took his place. I looked at Peter. He gave me a nod, and we headed for the back of
"It's no joke, Duncan," I said, drawing a cross over my heart with my fingers.
He looked at me suspiciously. Then he nodded. "OK," he said. "Now, what are we going to do about it?"
Now that was something I hadn't expected: an offer of help from Duncan Dougal. Think quick, I told myself. This may not happen again for another ten years.
I looked at Duncan. "How would you feel about skipping school today?" I asked.
He grinned, showing the big gap between his front teeth. "I love skipping school," he said.
He wasn't telling me something I didn't know. One of the things that made it possible to survive having Duncan in our class was the fact that he was out of school so often. We all knew his older brother wrote his excuses for him. But none of us were about to tell; we weren't crazy enough to do something that would put Duncan in our classroom any more often than necessary.
Besides, if one of us told and Duncan found out who did it, he would massacre that person.
But it might be useful to have him along—if I could be sure of one other thing. "Can you go someplace with Peter without picking on him?" I asked.
"Sure," said Duncan. "I like Peter."
I looked at him. To my astonishment, he looked like he really meant it.
I shook my head. What can you say to someone like that?
"All right," I said. "You go do whatever it is you do when you skip school. I'm going to sneak out of the building at quarter after nine. I want you to meet me at the corner of Pine and Parker. You'll need a bike."
I thought about telling him not to steal it, but decided that might seem too insulting.
Duncan nodded his head. "Where are we going?" he asked.
I looked him right in the eye and said, "Peter and I are going to break into Mr. Smith's house and take pictures of the force field where he's holding Ms. Schwartz prisoner. I want you to stand outside and be our lookout, in case Mr. Smith gets wise and comes back to stop us."
I hesitated, then added, "I hope you won't mind facing an alien death ray."
I suppose that was a rotten thing to say. But the look on Duncan's face made it worth it.
Microsoft Corporation
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Hookey for Three
I was so nervous that I didn't even look at Mr. Smith when it was time to leave for my lesson.
Forgive me, Mr. Bamwick, I thought as I headed away from his room, toward the side door.
Peeking out to make sure there was no one around, I sprinted to my bike, unlocked it, and headed out of the schoolyard as fast as I could.
Duncan was waiting at the corner of Pine and Parker, sitting on a blue five-speed.
"Follow me!" I said and kept riding for the edge of town.
I checked my watch. It had been twelve minutes since I left the class. If I could make it back just as fast, that would give me sixteen minutes to take the pictures.
Peter was waiting in front of the hedge at Broxholm's house. I could see his smile quickly turn
to a frown when he saw who was with me. His pale face turned even paler as we drew up.
"What's he doing here?" demanded Peter.
I was impressed. It took a lot of nerve for Peter to say that in front of Duncan.
To my surprise, it was Duncan who tried to make peace. "I just came to help," he said. He did say it kind of belligerently, but he was holding up his hands with the palms out to show that he meant peace.
"He's going to be our lookout," I added, hoping that Peter would see the wisdom of this.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "OK," he said grudgingly. "I guess you can stay."
Duncan looked as pleased as a naughty puppy who's just been let back into the house. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Stand right here," I said, indicating a spot just inside the hedge where he could have a good view of the sidewalk. "If you see Mr. Smith coming, run up on the porch and pound on the door to give us a warning. Then run for your life!"
Duncan nodded seriously and took his place. I looked at Peter. He gave me a nod, and we headed for the back of
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