TITLE: Riley Cooper Tween Inventor
GENRE: Middle Grade Contemporary
Rule number one in the Riley P. Cooper Scientist Handbook: inventors work alone
It sounded like a line from a magician’s codebook, but with friends like mine it applied here too. See, as an inventor, I’d made some really mind-blowing things. But, if I told my friends about my latest creation, Mel would have given me her junior cop lecture and Angus would have dragged me all the way to the bank.
Did that sound snobby? I’ve never sold my inventions, so I wasn’t rich. I was just a regular sixth grade kid, with two best friends, and all the drama that went along with them.
I couldn’t break my own rule. Which was why, when I saw the brown box by my front door, I needed an excuse to get out of our regular after school snack and homework session on Angus’ driveway. Without making them curious, of course.
“Hey guys, I’ve got something to do. I’ll meet you back out here soon,” I said.
“What are you making now, Riley?” Angus asked.
Clearly my talents weren’t in the art of deception. I could tell from the gleam in his eyes he wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Nothing, just playing around with stuff.” I focused on my front door so he wouldn’t see me smile.
“Mind if we watch the genius work?” he asked.
“It’s not really a good time. I’m working on something very delicate,” I said.
“You’re the only genius I know who makes fart guns."