Elvis and the Underdogs by Jenny Lee

Author:Jenny Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins

Taisy? Taisy? Taisy McDonald sent me a note? I couldn’t believe it. If someone was going to push me off a cliff if I got the answer wrong, and they made me guess who this note was from, in a million billion years, I never would have thought it’d be her. I would have been pushed off that cliff and be flat as a pancake right now. I mean, sure she seemed totally into Elvis when she met him, but it was just so surprising she wrote notes in class. I didn’t really think of her being a girlie girl.

At the end of the morgue tour, Dino had said again he had no idea that Taisy and I were around the same age. He said he would have introduced me a long time ago. He also said he was pretty sure he must have mentioned me to her anyway, because I was his favorite patient. I was really happy when he told me that. I suspected I was his favorite, despite my crazy mom, but it was nice to hear. He told me I should be friends with Taisy, because she was a special girl. I explained it was highly unlikely that Taisy and I would be friends, because she ran in a completely different social circle at school. What I didn’t explain about our social circles was that she was popular and had lots of friends, and I didn’t.

But now that I’d gotten this note, maybe I was wrong about all that. She did invite me over. Well, she invited my dog, but she had to know that I would have to come over too, right? Unless she thought that maybe I would just drop him off? What I couldn’t get over was the whole pink pen girlie handwriting, since she was such a tomboy. She shoots free throws at recess. Let me tell you something, I doubt very seriously I could even make a free-throw basket. Well, perhaps I could, but I’d have to have good aim and do it granny-style, underhanded. I just don’t have the arm strength to play basketball well. Or the coordination. Or the running skills. Or the aim.

A big drop of drool landed on my note, and I knew Elvis was back.

“Oh, so it was Taisy who wrote you the note? Did she say anything about me?” he asked. “What’s Taisy short for, anyway? Why doesn’t anyone want to go with their formal name anymore?”

“I don’t know what it’s short for, and who cares! She wrote me a note. Well, unless this isn’t really from her and someone is just messing with me.”

“What do you mean, messing with you?”

“I mean, maybe someone forged this note and signed her name to play a mean joke on me.”

“You watch too much television. Why would someone do that?”

“I may watch a lot of television, but you have no idea what elementary school is like. Kids play mean jokes all the time.”

“No, it’s from her. I can tell.

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