TITLE: WHAT WESTIN SCOTT HOPPER FOUND
GENRE: MG Light Fantasy
I’m a total screw-up. That’s what most people think, anyway. Especially my math teacher, Mr. Widelot. And the kids formerly known as my friends. My dad, too. I think they’re right, but I wish they weren’t.
I’m sitting on Grandma’s sofa next to the warm blue sheets she’s just pulled out of the dryer. She’s folding while I cut out comics from the Sunday paper. Dad and Pops are watching football. I dig a little tunnel into the toasty pile of sheets, thinking about how maybe someday I could draw comics too, because I love to draw. Then I wonder what it would feel like to cut sheets instead of newspaper. And then Dad screams at me.
“West! What’d you do that for?” He practically leaps out of the brown lounger chair.
I look down at my hands. Uh-oh.
“I didn’t mean to!” And I really hadn’t meant to. But I’d taken the scissors, and cut a hole in the blue-flowered sheets.
“Westin Scott Hopper!” Grandma closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I just bought these sheets on sale. Why would you cut a hole in perfectly good sheets?”
I had no idea why. I just did. I do stuff like that all the time.
“Stupid. Stupid.” I hit myself on the head.
Dad takes a swig from a silver can and sets it on the glass coffee table in front of me. “You can’t do stuff like that, West. Use your brain.”