Marcus Makes It Big by Kevin Hart

Author:Kevin Hart [Hart, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2022-05-03T00:00:00+00:00

“Dad!”

“What’s the matter, son?”

“I think I’m allergic to my shirt!”

He put his hand on my shoulder. “Want me to run up and get another one?”

“I don’t HAVE another one!”

“Want to borrow one of mine?”

“You’re three times my size!”

Then I saw the limo turn up our street.

And if I hadn’t been sleepy, barfy, stuffy, smelly, and scared? I would’ve been hyped.

But it was just not a good situation.

Dad looked worried.

“You going to be okay?” he asked. “I can run up, get you a T-shirt.”

The limo was coming to a stop in front of us. I took a deep breath. When I let it out, my lungs wheezed.

But I shook it off. “I’ll be okay.”

Dad gave my back a little rub. “Just let me know,” he said. “I got your back.”

Limo driver hopped out. Came around to hold the door open for us.

“Welcome aboard!” Dude was pretty cheerful for seven in the morning.

“Thank you, sir!” said Dad.

I thanked the dude, too, as I got in. Just praying I wouldn’t pass out, or puke, or stop breathing in his limo. Didn’t think his smile would hold up too long if any of that happened.

The back of that limo was huge! Tinted windows. Leather seats. Wood panels. Looked like a cross between a nightclub and a spaceship. There was a basket of snacks off to one side, sitting on top of a cabinet with a fridge underneath. I took the far seat, facing backward. Dad sat down next to me.

The limo started moving.

“How you doing?” Dad asked.

It was a tough question. On the one hand, I was riding in a limo!

And my nose was so stuffed up, I couldn’t smell my shirt anymore. So that was actually a plus.

But there was some bad stuff going on in my belly. It was like a wrestling match down there! Felt like those eggs were jumping off the top rope of my stomach. Bashing that toast in a piledriver. And the toast was fixin’ to come back with a facebuster.

“Can I get that bag?” I asked Dad.

He handed over the plastic bag he’d brought. I opened it up. Put it between my knees. Tried to breathe deep.

Dad leaned over and checked out the fridge. It was full of soda, juice, and water.

“You want some water?” he asked. “Might settle your stomach.”

I shook my head. The stuffy nose was making me dizzy.

Dad patted me on the leg. “Hang in there. It’ll pass.”

Didn’t seem like it was passing. All those eggs wanted to do was climb up out of my stomach.

I leaned over and stuck my head in the bag.

“Let it out if you have to,” Dad told me.

I felt the limo stop. I was hoping we were just at a light.

But then I heard the door open.

“We’re getting in the limo now…” I heard Sierra say, almost like she was telling the story to somebody. Then she said, “Ohmygosh! Marcus, are you okay?”

I didn’t want to lift my head out of the bag to answer. All I could do was focus on not throwing up.

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