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Rotten School #9: Party Poopers

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Chapter One

Go, Bernie!

The sun was shining. Birds twittered in the apple trees. As I trotted across the sparkling, green lawn, I sang to myself, my new favorite song. . . .

"I love Bernie Bridges,Bernie is the one who has fun.Go, Bernie! Go, Bernie!La-duh-da-duh-da whatever rhymes with Bridges."

Yes, I was making it up as I went along. I always write songs in my head. And they're usually about one of my favorite people in the whole world—me.

Come on, dudes—if you were popular and good-looking and smart—who would you sing about?

And today I had a lot to sing about.

For one thing, I love being at Rotten School. You poor thing. You probably have to go home every day after school. But Rotten School is a boarding school. I get to live at school in a dorm with all my friends—and no parents!

Cool enough for you?

Another reason I was singing: I was on my way to the girls' dorm to find April-May June. April-May June is the hottest, coolest, dreamiest, drooliest, babe-alicious girl on campus.

She's my girlfriend. Only she doesn't know it yet. She doesn't have a clue that we were meant for each other. But she definitely can't resist me.

Who can resist Bernie B.?

"Go, Bernie!

Go Bernie!

La-la-la something that rhymes with Bernie . . ."

Don't you wish you could write songs off the top of your head like that?

Another reason I was singing? It was almost time for the party of the year. The All-Nighter. One of the great Rotten School traditions. Maybe you guessed from the name—the party goes all night long! We don't go to sleep till the sun comes up.

"Go, Bernie!

Go Bernie!

I knew April-May wanted to spend that special night with only one special person—Bernie B.

So I was trotting across the Great Lawn. I sang to myself and watched the girls come out of their tall, white dorm.

Suddenly I heard a deafening cry behind me:

"Duck! Bernie—duck!!"

Huh?

I stopped singing and hit the ground hard.

Excerpted from Rotten School #9: Party Poopersby R.L. Stine Copyright © 2006 by R.L. Stine. Excerpted by permission.
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