did she ask Mr. Finkle to ask you to leave?â
âNo. She asked him if she could use the phone.â
âThen what?â
âAbout fifteen minutes later, Nick showed up.â
âUh-oh.â
âHe came in just when I was leaving the bathroom. I ducked behind the magazines. I could see Gracie and him looking all over the place for me. Then she showed him where my books were.â
âAnd?â
âNow he has my books. Math. Social Studies. Biology. The love letter I was writing to her.â
Roosterâs eyes nearly popped out of his head.
âIâm kidding about the letter,â said Puffs.
âThank God for that.â
âI put it in my pocket before I went to the bathroom.â
Rooster shook his head. âSo now all you have to do is ask Nick for your books back.â
âI guess so,â said Puffs.
âThat shouldnât be too hard.â
âNot at all.â
âYou two get along so well.â
âWe have a lot in common, thatâs for sure.â
Rooster stared at Puffs for a moment. Then he had to laugh. For a minute he felt like the second unluckiest kid in Winston instead of the first.
He slowed his pace to the bowling alley so he could finish his smoke. When he arrived at the entrance, he checked the clock on the wall above the front counter. It was six oâclock on the button.
Elma was sitting at a table in the small lounge across from the bowling lanes. She had a binder spread open in front of her. She was writing something on a piece of paper. He walked over to meet her.
âYouâre late,â she said, without looking up.
Rooster pulled out a chair and sat down. âIâm not late. Iâm right on time.â
âIn my house, if youâre not early, youâre late, and youâre obviously not early because youâre just getting here.â
Rooster rolled his eyes. âThat sounds like another reason never to go to your house.â
âVery funny. Iâll tear up the invitation when I get home.â She finished writing and gave him a blank stare. âDid you bring your binder at least?â
âMy what?â
She lifted up one half of her binder and let it drop back down to the table. âHello? Your binder? From the leadership class youâre taking?â
Rooster stared back at her. âWas I supposed to bring that?â
âDuh, yes?â
âNobody told me I was supposed to bring that.â
âYouâre in high school. Youâre supposed to be able to figure those things out on your own.â
âBut for what? This is a bowling alley.â
âThis is an assignment for school. Straight out of the leadership class youâre in. Donât you remember the hero cycle? Weâve only been studying it for the past month.â
âThe what?â
âThe hero cycle.â She drew a quick circle on the back of the paper she was writing on. âFirst you get the call. That goes at the top. Then, as you follow it around, you pass through all of these different stages. Resistance. Conflict. Trials. Change. Then thereâs some big final challenge that youâll have to either overcome and become a true leader or quit and be a zero. Weâve been talking about it forever.â
Rooster stared at her in silence. âI think I have the wrong Elma,â he finally said. âThe one I was supposed to meet here was going to help me with a bunch of people who wanna go bowling.â
âNo. See, thatâs the idiotâs way of looking at this. Thatâs the simple way. âIâve been asked to take a bunch of very low-functioning people to the bowling alley and make sure they donât kill themselves. If all goes well, they may even try out for the Special Olympics.â The other way of seeing it is, âIâve been called to lead this group of very special individuals to a higher ground than theyâve ever been on
R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)