Middle School: Big Fat Liar by James Patterson & Lisa Papademetriou

Author:James Patterson & Lisa Papademetriou [Patterson, James & Papademetriou, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Humorous Stories, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues / Adolescence, Juvenile Fiction / School &#38, Education, Juvenile Fiction / Family / Siblings, Juvenile Fiction / Family / Adoption, Juvenile Fiction / Family / Multigenerational
Amazon: B00H25FFW4
Publisher: jimmy patterson
Published: 2014-06-23T05:00:00+00:00

Grandma’s Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown

I was almost home from school when I saw him:

Rafe.

We had managed to avoid each other in the morning. Airbrook Arts starts forty-five minutes later than HVMS, so I ate a piece of pie for breakfast and snuck out early. But I couldn’t avoid him forever.

Rafe had paused midstride too. For a moment, we both stood stock-still, like mirror images. I guess we were both waiting for the other to make the first move.

I knew the same question was on both of our minds: Who’s going to pull the next prank?

True, I had pulled the last one. And yet that prank was an epic fail for me, and a big, fat win for Rafe. So whose turn was it? Would the next victim be Rafe? Or me?

“What are you planning?” Rafe demanded.

“Nothing,” I said. “You?”

“Nothing.”

His hands were empty, so I decided to trust him. I guess Rafe made the same decision about me, because he nodded, and we started up the walk to our house. We walked up the steps. Rafe opened the door.…

Wait—is this the right house?

“Surprise!” Grandma Dotty cried. She was sitting on a hideous flowered couch. “I got my things out of storage and decided to freshen up the decor around here.”

It wasn’t that our apartment looked awful.… It was just that it looked exactly like Dotty’s old house. I looked at Rafe. Rafe looked at me.

“This is bad,” Rafe whispered.

“Wait till you see what I’ve done with the other rooms!” Dotty chuckled.

“Other rooms?” Rafe repeated, but I was already racing up the stairs. I threw open the door to my personal space.

“What’s this?” I shrieked. “Where’s my stuff?” My room now had a couch, a plant, and an empty birdcage. I yanked open the closet. Nothing. “Where’s Mr. Bananas?” My stuffed monkey had disappeared, along with my Most Outstanding Effort medal, my favorite blanket, and my bed.

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