Smiles to Go

Smiles to Go

Jerry Spinelli

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 0064471977

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Ninth grader Will Tuppence is in control.

He plans everything obsessively, from the perfect stargazing night with his crush, Mi-Su, to the regular Saturday-night games of Monopoly with his friends. He's even planned his entire adulthood: career as an astronomer; mint condition, black 1985 Jaguar XJS/12; two kids. . . .

But everything changes the day Will learns one startling fact: protons—those tiny atomic particles, the building blocks to the building blocks of life—can die. The one thing that was so certain in this world to Will has an expiration date.

And Will's carefully planned-out life?

Not so certain, either.

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I’m big.” She flopped into Mi-Su’s lap. “Please! Pleeeeeeze!” “You are little! You’re not even in first grade! You’re an infant!” I wondered who was shouting—and realized it was me. Everyone was staring. Tabby was clinging to Mi-Su. Snap #2. Hey, listen, sorry about that. Tabby just got caught in the crossfire. She’s not the one I’m mad at. I’m mad at you, BT. And you, Mi-Su. Because when I said WE could go to the movies, the WE meant you and me. Not you and me AND BT. That’s what I was

And tattoos. Whales. Swimming in a sea of freckles. He called himself Orca. Not exactly your chessy type. But as soon as he rejected my queen’s gambit, I knew he was trouble. Five moves. Ten moves. Twenty. Thirty. Moves and countermoves. We were neck and neck. The board was smoking. You are truly focused when you’re so focused that you don’t know you’re focused. I wasn’t seeing trophies. I wasn’t seeing the crowd. I wasn’t seeing Orca. I wasn’t even seeing pawns and rooks and bishops. I was

if he pedaled hard enough, long enough, she would be OK, she’d come home. I drifted around the house. Empty. Helpless. I wished there were an orange fish I could pedal furiously. I heard her voice in distant rooms… Where’s the party? In yer dreams, lugnut! Daddy! I’m bleeding! I’m a big kid! Mischief Night! Bob, you smell bad. I stood in the kitchen, and it was that September Saturday morning again. The smell of strawberries. Tabby saying, “Riley picked his nose.” Tabby answering the

names. BT and the twins are toward the front. Then Mi-Su and Korbet. Tabby and I are near the end. Korbet looks back, panicked. Finally his eyes land on Tabby. They thumbs-up each other, he turns back, pulls Mi-Su into the auditorium, pumps his fist in the air. The audience is standing, turning toward the aisle. We’re moving. We’ve been told to give each first grader plenty of room, don’t crowd the ones in front of us—they’re the stars. The Rainbow Connection recycles. Couple by couple—big

Streets. Sticking up like a periscope: the clock tower on the corner of the Brimley Building. I could see the round face of the clock, but not the time. The rising sun was straight ahead. I could look directly at it because it was bloody orange and just over the horizon and smoky with clouds. When I looked at the sun, my eyes were crossing 93 million miles of space. But my feet wouldn’t cross another inch. I had one foot on Black Viper, one foot on the earth. There was already too much space

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