How I Got Lost in London by Patterson James

Author:Patterson, James [Patterson, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Childrens, Humorous, Humour, Literature & Fiction, Teen & Young Adult
ISBN: 9781448185795
Google: MrcpAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1448185793
Goodreads: 19226635
Publisher: Cornerstone Digital
Published: 2014-02-27T08:00:00+00:00

I WAS KIND of sad to leave the upper floors. And also kind of…

“Scared…?” whispered Leo.

“No, of course I’m not scared,” I said.

“Frightened?”

“Frightened is the same as scared,” I told him. “And no, I’m not frightened.”

“Browning your britches?” he asked.

“You’re just using different words to say the same thing. No, I am not browning my britches.”

I’ll let you into a secret: I was kind of nervous.

Woah! I don’t mean the whole hog. Not like when Georgia freaked out at a not-that-scary episode of Scooby Doo. Just a bit crawling-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach nervous. You know the kind. Like you get when you don’t know what to expect. When your imagination has taken the words guillotine, beheading, gallows, and serial killer and started to run with them.

“Is everyone ready?” asked Gordon, the tour guide. Before, he’d been a bit glass-eyed, like a robot delivering a pre-recorded speech. Now there was no mistaking the glint in his gaze.

“Yeah,” we all replied, pretending like we weren’t impressed.

Mindful of my Popularity Score (currently: -11), I’d decided I was going to be fearless when it came to the Temple of Terrors, so my “Yeah” was the loudest.

“YEAH!”

“Right, then, let’s go,” said Gordon. He went to open the door but stopped, looking like he’d just remembered something important.

“There’s nobody in the group who suffers from a weak heart?” he asked.

“No,” we replied.

“NO!” came my voice, the loudest.

“And everyone knows about the haunting?”

“YEAH!” I shouted, enjoying myself. Really getting into the part.

Oh. I realized I was the only one who’d replied.

Everyone looked at me. Including Gordon, who arched an eyebrow.

“What is your name, young man?” he asked.

“Rafe,” I said with a pipsqueak voice.

“And you know about the haunting, do you, Rafe?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I said in an even smaller voice.

“You read about it on the Madame Fifi’s website, did you?” he asked, with a strange smile.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

The whole trip was staring at me. Everyone had been dying to hear about the haunting. They weren’t sitting down, but if they had been sitting down they would have been on the edge of their seats waiting for the scary story of the Temple of Terrors haunting…

Only for the whole thing to be spoiled by me.

“Excellent,” said Gordon. He clapped his hands. “Then without further ado, let us proceed.”

He opened the door to reveal winding stone steps that led down into darkness. Everyone else glared at me. All except for Miller, that was. He just glowered as usual.

My Popularity Score took another dip.

Current Popularity Score: -22

Down we went. Down into the depths of Madame Fifi’s. It was so much darker than it had been on the upper floors.

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