TITLE: Pirate Island
GENRE: Middle Grade Mystery
I stood in the back of the summer writing class near the air conditioner and aired out my sweaty pits, arms dangling to the sides gorilla style. My best friend, Andy, strode into the room and his eyes widened in horror when he saw me, like he thought I was committing major social suicide. I was only doing it because I was hot from walking to the library, not because I wanted to be an outcast. Walking was not my most brilliant idea. New England in August is hotter than a Hot Pocket right out of the microwave.
I don’t know why Andy cared how I looked. No one was paying attention to me. Probably afraid a girl would see and somehow think he was a dork. Dumb of him to be worried. Bookworm me had the market cornered on dork, and super-jock Andy was always the coolest kid everywhere we went. Still, I clamped my armpits shut and sat at our usual table.
He stalked over, his tall frame looming over me and his biceps bulging as big as my thighs. He flicked his head, shaking out his messy doo of blond hair. According to Andy, long hair was what girls liked. With my buzz cut and scrawny limbs, I could barely pull off cool by association. I preferred not to have hair falling in my eyes all the time, apparently a hazard to my ability to hang out with girls. Not that I wanted to hang out with girls.