Iggy Loomis, Superkid in Training by Jennifer Allison

Author:Jennifer Allison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2013-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

“PSST—ALISTAIR!” I whispered, “When are you going to tell me the secret?” We were both sitting at the Orcas table, working on a math worksheet.

“I can’t tell you here,” Alistair whispered. “I’ll tell you later.”

“When?” It was driving me crazy, wondering what this huge secret was.

“Soon,” said Alistair, munching one of the broccoli florets he had brought with him in a little plastic bag. I had to admit that Alistair’s interest in broccoli seemed a little weird to me, but I guessed that having a food allergy made broccoli pretty important to him.

Chauncey noticed Alistair’s snack and raised his hand.

“Mr. Binns?”

“Yes, Chauncey?”

“Alistair is eating in the classroom.”

“Alistair,” said Mr. Binns, “the rule in our class is that we don’t eat snacks during work time, unless you’ve brought double-fudge brownies for the teacher.”

Alistair just stared at Mr. Binns. I could tell, he didn’t get the joke.

“I was just kidding about the brownies,” said Mr. Binns, “but no snacks right now, okay?”

And just like magic, Alistair reached into his backpack and produced another note signed by a doctor and also the school principal. I sneaked a peek and saw that this note said something about Alistair’s “Special Dietary Needs in the Classroom.”

Wow, I thought. For someone who seemed confused about school, Alistair sure came prepared with plenty of excuse notes!

“Okay, Alistair,” said Mr. Binns, looking slightly annoyed, “but just keep the crunching sounds to a minimum.”

“I’ll try,” said Alistair.

“Daniel, I expect both of you to turn your attention to the math worksheet I just gave you.”

Alistair and I looked back at the math worksheet for a minute. I wondered if Alistair was confused, since he hadn’t had much regular schooling.

“Why is Mr. Binns asking us these things?” Alistair whispered, pointing at his math worksheet.

“It’s long division,” I whispered back. “I can help you if you want.”

“You mean,” Alistair said, “Mr. Binns doesn’t know these answers?!”

“Of course he does,” I said. “He wants us to practice.”

Alistair just shrugged and started writing.

When I looked over at him a moment later, I couldn’t believe what I saw: Alistair had filled out the entire worksheet in an instant, while I had only completed two problems. I got the feeling he was getting right answers, too. Alistair put his paper aside and took some Technobloks out of his backpack.

“Alistair—what are you doing?!” Didn’t Alistair know we weren’t supposed to bring fun stuff like toys to school?

“I’m done with the assignment,” he said. “Now I’ll work on Technobloks.”

I stared at him.

“Do you want me to do your math assignment for you?” Alistair asked. “That worksheet seems to be taking you a really long time.”

I was still speechless. Alistair honestly didn’t think there was anything wrong with doing my math assignment for me. I knew it was wrong, but I was also really sick of doing those long division problems.

“Okay,” I whispered, “but don’t let Mr. Binns or Chauncey see or we’ll get in trouble.”

Alistair started my math worksheet, and I started building Technobloks. I tried hard to hide the Technobloks, but it was no use.

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