TITLE: Pirate Island
GENRE: MG contemporary adventure
My best friend, Andy, and I were picking—okay stealing—blueberries dangerously close to Old Man McGoo’s house when the distinct slam of a screen door told me we were about to get caught.
“Get outta my blueberry patch, you lousy kids!” McGoo yelled in a raspy voice.
I sealed the plastic bag I had been filling and tossed it into my new backpack. Andy—the genius who had come up with the idea of stealing blueberries from one of the meanest men in town—was already halfway across the field. I hightailed it after him, scaled the chain-link fence with ease, jumped on my bike, and pedaled down the dirt road.
I glanced back to see Old Man McGoo shaking his cane at us. He hadn’t made it very far off his back porch and was too far away for me to hear if he was still shouting. I guessed he probably was.
McGoo wasn’t his real name, of course. It was McGee, but Andy had dubbed him Old Man McGoo because of the nasty spittle that always stretched between his lips when he opened his mouth. It wasn’t a very nice nickname, but he wasn’t a very nice guy and it wasn’t worth arguing with Andy about it.
Andy skidded his bike to a stop when we reached the main road. Even though there was no way Old Man McGoo was going to chase after us that didn’t keep my heart from pounding any less.