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looking.”
We turn into the next aisle, and then I see something that is even more exciting than school supplies. It’s a big, blank bright-white poster board. Big enough for someone to draw a life-size picture of Mr. McSoren on it…which I’m sure Hopper can do since he’s an artistic genius. Then we’ll put his big drawing of Mr. McSoren right inside my kitchen and leave the door open so Freya sees it, and she’ll be so excited to see him again that she’ll hop inside, and then we’ll sneak up on her with the net and finally—
“Quinny? Hello, earth to Quinny?” Daddy looks down at me. “Let’s keep moving.”
“Oh, Daddy, I just have to get this poster board! Please? Freya’s life depends on it.”
Daddy sighs.
We get in line to pay. Piper begs for candy by the cash register. Cleo grabs candy without begging. When Daddy takes it away from her, she cries so hard that the tuba in her diaper plays a fart again. We make a big mess and a big ruckus and a big stink in that store, and people stare big-time.
“T his is why you should have left them at home,” I tell Daddy as I plug my nose. It’s a good thing I didn’t run away back to New Yo rk City. I’m the only normal, well-behaved child this poor guy’s got.
I carry my poster board and my wonderful, swingy bag of school supplies out to the car. On the ride home, Cleo screams and spits up. Piper picks her nose. My sisters are driving me nuts. I can’t wait until I get to spend all day every day in Ms. Yo on’s beautiful, lovely third-grade classroom with Hopper, who doesn’t spit up or share his boogers with the world.
We get home and I’m about to run over to Hopper’s house and show him the exciting poster board that we’ll use to finally catch Freya, but then I notice a box in the corner of my garage. A big, new box, and it looks like it could be for me.
“What in the world is that?” I ask Daddy.
“Only one way to find out.” He winks at me. Which means it is for me!
I tear open the box and find a backpack, and it’s green with orange polka dots. But wait, there’s more: inside the backpack is a matching lunch box, and it’s orange with green polka dots.
“My favorite colors! Daddy, how did you know?”
“Wild guess.”
I hug Daddy thanks, and I grab my amazing new backpack and that big white poster board, and I run out the garage door and over to Hopper’s house.
“Hopper, Hopper, Hopper!” I bang on his front door.
Hopper’s dad answers the door.
“Hopper’s dad, look what I just got! Plus I need to talk to Hopper.”
“T hat’s a snazzy backpack, Quinny,” he says. “He’s in the kitchen.”
I find Hopper sitting at the kitchen table staring at a cauliflower sandwich.
“Hopper, why are you staring at that sandwich? Did you find out if your other friends are in Ms. Yo on’s class, too? Plus guess what, I went shopping for school supplies and saw this giant poster board, and I figured out a way for us to catch Freya! Oh, and check it out: here’s my exciting new backpack! It’s so roomy I can fit all my school supplies in here!”
Hopper looks at the poster board and then at my backpack. He doesn’t look too excited. He just shrugs and walks upstairs. So I rush up after him.
But Hopper won’t come out of his room. He won’t let me into it, either.
I knock. I wait. I knock again. “Hopper, please open the door.”
“Go away.”
“Come on, let’s play. Wa it till you hear how we’re going to catch Freya! All you have to do is draw a big picture of Mr. McSoren on this poster and then—”
“I don’t care.”
“What?”
“Just leave me alone. I don’t want to play.”
“Why not?”
“Stop it.”
“C’mon Hopper, please?”
“I said go away and leave me alone!”
“But—”
“A re you stupid? Don’t you get it? It’s over!”
Hopper booms this very, very, extra-very loud, which startles my ears. A lump bumps up in my throat. Then I ask a question that I am almost too
We turn into the next aisle, and then I see something that is even more exciting than school supplies. It’s a big, blank bright-white poster board. Big enough for someone to draw a life-size picture of Mr. McSoren on it…which I’m sure Hopper can do since he’s an artistic genius. Then we’ll put his big drawing of Mr. McSoren right inside my kitchen and leave the door open so Freya sees it, and she’ll be so excited to see him again that she’ll hop inside, and then we’ll sneak up on her with the net and finally—
“Quinny? Hello, earth to Quinny?” Daddy looks down at me. “Let’s keep moving.”
“Oh, Daddy, I just have to get this poster board! Please? Freya’s life depends on it.”
Daddy sighs.
We get in line to pay. Piper begs for candy by the cash register. Cleo grabs candy without begging. When Daddy takes it away from her, she cries so hard that the tuba in her diaper plays a fart again. We make a big mess and a big ruckus and a big stink in that store, and people stare big-time.
“T his is why you should have left them at home,” I tell Daddy as I plug my nose. It’s a good thing I didn’t run away back to New Yo rk City. I’m the only normal, well-behaved child this poor guy’s got.
I carry my poster board and my wonderful, swingy bag of school supplies out to the car. On the ride home, Cleo screams and spits up. Piper picks her nose. My sisters are driving me nuts. I can’t wait until I get to spend all day every day in Ms. Yo on’s beautiful, lovely third-grade classroom with Hopper, who doesn’t spit up or share his boogers with the world.
We get home and I’m about to run over to Hopper’s house and show him the exciting poster board that we’ll use to finally catch Freya, but then I notice a box in the corner of my garage. A big, new box, and it looks like it could be for me.
“What in the world is that?” I ask Daddy.
“Only one way to find out.” He winks at me. Which means it is for me!
I tear open the box and find a backpack, and it’s green with orange polka dots. But wait, there’s more: inside the backpack is a matching lunch box, and it’s orange with green polka dots.
“My favorite colors! Daddy, how did you know?”
“Wild guess.”
I hug Daddy thanks, and I grab my amazing new backpack and that big white poster board, and I run out the garage door and over to Hopper’s house.
“Hopper, Hopper, Hopper!” I bang on his front door.
Hopper’s dad answers the door.
“Hopper’s dad, look what I just got! Plus I need to talk to Hopper.”
“T hat’s a snazzy backpack, Quinny,” he says. “He’s in the kitchen.”
I find Hopper sitting at the kitchen table staring at a cauliflower sandwich.
“Hopper, why are you staring at that sandwich? Did you find out if your other friends are in Ms. Yo on’s class, too? Plus guess what, I went shopping for school supplies and saw this giant poster board, and I figured out a way for us to catch Freya! Oh, and check it out: here’s my exciting new backpack! It’s so roomy I can fit all my school supplies in here!”
Hopper looks at the poster board and then at my backpack. He doesn’t look too excited. He just shrugs and walks upstairs. So I rush up after him.
But Hopper won’t come out of his room. He won’t let me into it, either.
I knock. I wait. I knock again. “Hopper, please open the door.”
“Go away.”
“Come on, let’s play. Wa it till you hear how we’re going to catch Freya! All you have to do is draw a big picture of Mr. McSoren on this poster and then—”
“I don’t care.”
“What?”
“Just leave me alone. I don’t want to play.”
“Why not?”
“Stop it.”
“C’mon Hopper, please?”
“I said go away and leave me alone!”
“But—”
“A re you stupid? Don’t you get it? It’s over!”
Hopper booms this very, very, extra-very loud, which startles my ears. A lump bumps up in my throat. Then I ask a question that I am almost too
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