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Fine. Ill keep it brief. Akimi shook her head and handed Kyle a notebook and a pen. The bus bounced over a speed bump into the school driveway. He would need to make his essay really, really short. He was hoping the twelve winners would be randomly pulled out of a hat or something and, like the lottery people always said in their TV commercials, you just had to be in it to win it. Meanwhile, in another part of town, Charles Chiltington was sitting in his fathers library, working with the college student whod been hired to help him polish up his extracredit essay. He was dressed in his typical school uniform: khaki slacks, blue blazer, buttondown shirt, and tastefully striped tie. He was the only student at Alexandriaville Middle School who dressed that way. Whats a big word for ???library Charles asked his tutor. Teachers love big words. ???Book repository. Bigger, please. Um, ???athenaeum. Perfect Its such a weird word, theyll have to look it up. Charles made the change, saved the file, and sent the document off to the printer. Your dad sure reads a lot, said his ELA tutor, admiring the leatherbound books lining the walls of Mr. Chiltingtons home library. Knowledge is power, said Charles. Its one of our fundamental family philosophies. Another was We eat losers for breakfast. Kyle and Akimi climbed off the bus and headed into the school. You know, said Akimi, my dad told me the library people had like a bazillion different architects doing drawings and blueprints that they couldnt share with each other. How come To keep everything super secret.

My dad and his firm did the front door and that was it. The second they stepped into Mrs. Camerons classroom for homeroom period, Miguel Fernandez shouted, Hey, Kyle Check it out, bro. He held up a clear plastic binder maybe two inches thick. I totally aced my essay, man The library dealio Yeah I put in pictures and charts, plus a whole section about the Ancient Library of Alexandria, Egypt, since this is Alexandriaville, Ohio Cool, said Kyle. Miguel Fernandez was super enthusiastic about everything. He was also president of the schools Library Aide Society. Hey, Kyleyou know what they say about libraries Uh, not really. They have something for every chapter of your life While Kyle groaned, the second bell rang. All right, everybody, said Mrs. Dana Cameron, Kyles homeroom teacher. Time to turn in your extracredit essays. She started walking up and down the rows of desks. The judges will be meeting in the faculty lounge this morning to make the preliminary cut.??? Crap, thought Kyle. There were judges. This was not going to be a bingoball drawing like the lottery. Mr. Keeley The teacher hovered over his desk. Did you write an essay Yeah. Sort of. Im sorry. I dont understand. Either you wrote an essay or you didnt. Kyle halfheartedly handed her his hastily scribbled sheet of paper. And unfortunately, Mrs. Cameron read it. Out loud. ???Balloons. There might be balloons. The classroom erupted with laughter. Until Mrs. Cameron did that tiltdownherglassesandglareoverthem thing she did to terrify everybody into total silence. This is your essay, Kyle Yes, maam. We were supposed to write why were excited about the grand opening and, well, balloons are always my favorite part. I see, said Mrs. Cameron. You know, Kyle, your brother Curtis wrote excellent essays when he was in my class. Yes, Mrs. Cameron, mumbled Kyle. Mrs. Cameron sighed contentedly. Please give him my regards. Yes, maam. Mrs. Cameron moved on to the next desk. Miguel eagerly handed her his thick booklet. Very well done, Miguel. Thank you, Mrs. Cameron Kyle heard an odd noise out in the parking lot. A puttering, clunking, clanking sound. Oh, my, said Mrs. Cameron, I wonder if thats him She hurried to the window and pulled up the blinds. All the s in the classroom followed her. And then they saw it. Out in the visitor parking lot. A car that looked like a giant red boot on wheels. It had a strip of notched black boot sole for its bumper. Thick shoelaces crisscrossed their way up from the windshield to the top of a tenfoottall boot collar. It looks just like the red boot from that game, said Miguel. Family Frenzy. Kyle nodded. Family Frenzy was Mr. Lemoncellos first and probably most famous game. The red boot was one of ten tokens you could pick to move around the board. A tall, gangly man stepped out of the boot car. Its Mr. Lemoncello gasped Kyle, his heart racing. Whats he doing here It was just announced, said Mrs. Cameron. This evening, Mr. Luigi Lemoncello himself will be the final judge. Of what Your library essays. Eating lunch in the cafeteria, Kyle stared at his wilted fish sticks, wishing he could pull a magic Take Another Turn card out of thin air. I blew it, he mumbled. Yep, Akimi agreed. You basically did. Can you imagine how awesome that new librarys gonna be if Mr. Lemoncello and his Imagination Factory guys had anything to do with it Yes. I can. And Im kind of hoping I get to see it, too. After all, I wrote a real essay, not one sentence about balloons. Thanks. Rub it in. Akimi eased up a little. Hey, Kylewhen youre playing a game like Sorry and you get bumped back three spaces, do you usually quit No. If I get bumped, I play harder because I know I need to find a way to get back those three spaces and pull ahead of the pack. Hey, guys Miguel Fernandez carried his tray over to join Kyle and Akimi. He was being followed by a with spiky hair and glasses the size of welders goggles. You two know Andrew Peckleman, right Hey, said Kyle and Akimi. Hello.

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