No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay) by Trudi Trueit

Author:Trudi Trueit
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2009-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

“Sloshing,” says Isabelle. “That’s what it sounds like—water sloshing.”

I put my arm over my backpack. “Aren’t you going to sit with Laura?”

She lifts her chin. “No.”

I glance back. Laura is sitting five rows back with Veronica Oliver. Veronica only talks to a few people—mostly popular girls. Never boys. She once went to a private school and thinks she is too good for public school. She wears polka dots every single day. There’s only one reason why Laura is sitting with Snotty Polka-Dot Pants back there.

I nudge Isabelle. “So Laura and you had a fight, huh?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Then why didn’t Laura say hi when—?”

“Zip it, Pilobolus.” Isabelle moves across the aisle to an empty seat.

I have got to look up that word to find out more. I have a feeling it’s going to be my name for a long time.

The microphone crackles. “Stay seated while the bus is in motion,” Ms. Rigormortis says without emotion.

For the rest of the ride to school, Isabelle stares out the window.

“Have a nice day. Have a nice day.” Ms. Rigormortis says the same thing to every kid that gets off the bus. “Have a nice day. Have a nice day.”

I never say anything to her. Nobody does.

Like always, Doyle is waiting for me when I hop off the bus. We walk quickly, but not too quickly in case Super Spy is tailing us.

“It’s all set,” says Doyle. “The guys are waiting behind the orchestra portable. I’ve made them promise to keep everything top secret. I’ve made sure the area is clear of all teachers and playground monitors. It’s secure.”

I salute him. Doyle is good with details, which makes us the perfect team. I am the one with the guts to fly off Alec’s Super Colossal Dirt Bike Ramp. But Doyle is the one who makes sure the ramp is long enough, strong enough, and wide enough for me to do the stunt. When we get to the portable, four guys are waiting there. I know Andy Quizzenpost and Jake Barton, but I don’t know the other two kids. They must be fifth graders. Doyle hands out the bottles of Isabelle’s Smell. I collect the money. “Thank you, come again,” I say as I take their dollars.

“I’ve got four more orders,” whispers Doyle once the guys leave. “Plus, I’m talking to a couple of sixth graders at first recess.”

“Sweet!”

My best friend holds out his hand.

I slap his palm. “I’m out of spray bottles and bolo—I mean, a few things. I’ll have to go to the store after school for stuff to make a new batch.”

SCAB’S TIP #26

BEST FRIENDS MAKE THE BEST TEAM.

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