Has stacks of paper everywhere. Never shows anything to me, though.â She did that weird laugh again. âHave you met Clarence? I can call him up if you like, but I donât think heâll come. Never usually leaves the basement till dinnertime.â
âNo, no, thatâs okay,â I said. I wasnât in too much of a hurry to meet Clarence, not even under a fake name. What if he recognized me?
Still, I knew I needed to get into that basement. He was the author of The Bully Book, all right. His mother had practically told me so: Heâs writing in notebooks all the time, has stacks of papers everywhere. Probably working on more Bully Books, maybe a high-school edition. He must have a copy of The Book stashed down there. I just needed a way to get in when no oneâs around.
As Mrs. Corbinder and I talked, I noticed the security system. Alarms and sensors everywhere. Thereâd be no way to break in during the day when the house was empty, or the middle of the night.
I had prepared for this. If you canât sneak in when no oneâs home, youâve got to do it when theyâre distracted. And I had found the perfect excuse when I was looking into Clarenceâs personal information.
âI hear that Clarenceâs 16th birthday is coming up,â I said.
Mrs. Corbinder passed the cocoa. âWeâre having a party for him here at the house.â
Bingo.
âThatâs great,â I said. âI love birthday parties.â
âWell then, uh â¦â Mrs. Corbinder was trapped; no mother can turn down an 11-year-old boy inviting himself to a party.
âYou should come,â she said with a forced smile.
âReally?â I said. âOh manâthat would be great!â
âOf course, Colin. Itâll be wonderful to have you. The more the merrier.â
And so Iâve got my date. In exactly 23 days, Iâll be attending Clarence Corbinderâs birthday party, the author of The Bully Book. And during all the distraction of the party, Iâm sneaking into his basement and ending this thing, once and for all.
Journal #26
Today in English class, Whitner had us learn about public speaking. He put a bunch of topics into a hat and then made us stand in front of the class, pick one out, and talk about it for 60 seconds.
We had to make the speech up on the spot.
Ruth McNealy went first and I swear she was nearly in tears. Her topic was âWhat would the world be like if cars could fly?â
I donât know what Whitner was thinking.
For 60 seconds she coughed and stalled and tried to think of something to say other than sheâd get to school a lot faster. The same went for Ashley Dickenson when she had to talk about âWhat if potato chips were good for you?â and Nick Drumme when he was told to describe a world where âGravity is reversed.â
âCome on, guys,â Whitner said, âthis is supposed to be fun. Just loosen up and talk.â Easy for him to say; when youâre the teacher, no one makes fun of you when you say something stupid. At least not to your face.
âEric Haskins.â Whitner called my name. âYouâre next, buddy.â
âGet up there, buddy.â Jason Crazypants whispered to me. Adrian Noble chuckled.
I just had to get through this. Iâd say my stupid speech, theyâd all laugh at me, and Iâd get on with my quiet life.
Whitner held the hat and I silently cursed him for making me do this. I read my topic.
âWhat if people didnât have any thumbs?â
Whitner started his stopwatch. I looked at the class; theyâd make fun of me no matter what I said, so why worry about it? I just told them what the world would be like, straight up.
âFirst, Roger Ebert would be out of a job,â I said. âHeâd give good movies one mangled knuckle up.
âAnd playing basketball, everybodyâd be like, âHey man, high
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