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Alex Ryan, Stop That!

Alex Ryan, Stop That!

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A wise guy gets wise

The school year is almost over, and Alex Ryan still has plenty of pranks to pull and jokes to tell. Then his dad attends the meeting about the seventh-grade outdoor education trip. Alex knows nothing good can come of this -- Mr. Ryan is a jester, too, and the butt of his funny stories is often Alex. Still, Alex is not prepared for

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A wise guy gets wise

The school year is almost over, and Alex Ryan still has plenty of pranks to pull and jokes to tell. Then his dad attends the meeting about the seventh-grade outdoor education trip. Alex knows nothing good can come of this -- Mr. Ryan is a jester, too, and the butt of his funny stories is often Alex. Still, Alex is not prepared for the comment that mortifies him in front of pretty, popular Marcia Faitak, his friend Dave Barnett, and the rest of his classmates. When Marcia tries to comfort him, Alex pounces on her. Marcia crumples, and Alex sets out to make up for his remark, even as he struggles to understand what impelled it. When all his attempts at reconciliation fail, Alex conceives a plan, to be executed during the outdoor ed trip. A surefire attention-getter, this should bring Marcia around, entertain Dave, and impress Alex's father. But is this really what Alex wants to do?

In the fourth book about the kids at West Creek Middle School, readers will root for Alex Ryan as he discovers his true self, and the wisest way to handle the most oppressive person in his life -- his own father.

A Junior Library Guild Selection

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 4-7-The gang from West Creek Middle School is together again, and this time wisecracking, mischief-making Alex Ryan is in the spotlight. Seventh grade is quickly coming to an end, and things have not been going the way he planned, especially with his classmate Marcia. No matter what Alex says or does, he seems to upset her, as one minute he is playing tricks and the next he is trying to smooth things over. And the prospect of the event of the year, the outdoor education trip, does not help him feel better, especially since his ever-critical father has volunteered to be a chaperon. To make the event fun and unforgettable, Alex and his friend Dave come up with a "plan," but the prank goes awry, Marcia breaks her ankle, and the protagonist learns a lot about honesty and bravery. Mills has a knack for getting into the confused minds of kids on the verge of adolescence. She carefully exposes Alex's bewilderment, making for a touching and funny read. Andrew Clements's A Week in the Woods (S & S, 2002) is another good choice about kids heading for the wilderness.-Laura Reed, Pickering Public Library, Ontario, Canada Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429934862
Publisher:
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publication date:
04/08/2003
Series:
West Creek Middle School Series , #4
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
160
File size:
151 KB
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Alex Ryan, Stop That!


By Claudia Mills

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2003 Claudia Mills
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-3486-2


CHAPTER 1

ALEX RYAN TOOK THE LAST SEAT in the back row of the West Creek Middle School multipurpose room. It was the perfect seat. He would be able to make all the funny comments he wanted to the other seventh graders, well out of hearing of any parents or teachers. And he would be as far as possible from his dad. Alex's dad always chose the center of the first row so that when he made his own comments he could stand up and turn around to address the entire audience. Alex hoped his dad wasn't going to make any comments tonight. But he knew his dad would. He always did.

The West Creek principal, Dr. Stanley, walked up to the microphone. "Good evening, parents, West Creek seventh graders," he said. The mike wasn't working right, so his last words were drowned in a deafening high-pitched squeal.

"I guess he didn't get his Ph.D. in audiovisual," Alex said.

Sitting in front of him, Marcia Faitak giggled. She was an extremely pretty girl, with wavy dark hair and large blue eyes. Tonight, however, Alex could see that she had a pimple on her forehead that was covered by pink stuff and the artful arrangement of her bangs.

The music teacher hurried over to adjust something on the sound system.

"Let's try this again," Dr. Stanley said. "Good evening, parents, West Creek seventh graders. Can everybody hear me?"

"Yes," some of the parents chorused.

"No!" Alex called out, though the mike was now working just fine. He couldn't resist seeing what would happen. As a few parents turned around to see who had spoken, Alex put on an expression of dumb bewilderment. The two boys sitting closest to Alex, Ethan Winfield and Julius Zimmerman, were obviously trying not to laugh out loud. Dave Barnett gave a satisfying guffaw.

The music teacher stepped up to adjust the mike again.

"Is that better?" Dr. Stanley asked.

"Too loud!" a parent shouted.

"How's this?" Dr. Stanley asked.

"Good!" The parents were sounding a bit impatient.

Alex restrained the urge to yell, "I still can't hear!" Sometimes he and Dave competed with each other to see how much class time they could waste with worthless comments, but Alex didn't think he could get away with any more right now.

"What?" Alex asked, just loudly enough for the back corner to hear. "Could you repeat the question?"

Dave burst out laughing and Marcia giggled again, but Alex thought Ethan and Julius were starting to look annoyed. They were best friends and reacted the same way to most things. Maybe the joke was becoming a bit stale. Alex decided to listen to what Dr. Stanley was trying to say.

"It is my pleasure to welcome you all to information night for the seventh-grade outdoor ed experience," Dr. Stanley went on. "In less than two weeks we'll be off to Elliot Ranch, from May twentieth to May twenty-third, for four days in the beauty of Colorado's high country. The seventh-grade teachers are all coming with us — I think they're starting to get some extra sleep, in preparation."

Some of the parents laughed.

"So are we," Alex said. "During math class."

Dave joined in with a long, loud snore. The snore was an extra good one, and a number of the seventh graders burst out laughing. Alex was glad to see that Ethan and Julius were laughing this time, too.

"Every part of the curriculum has been integrated into outdoor ed this year," Dr. Stanley said, sending a warning glance their way. "We'll be collecting soil and water samples: science. Graphing our results: mathematics. Looking at ancient Indian ruins: social studies. Keeping nature journals: English, art. Have I missed anything? Oh, the kids are studying first aid in their family-living classes, which I hope they won't need. And recipes for large-group cooking, which I know they will need. Our hikes will serve as P.E."

It actually did sound like fun. Alex had hated the sleep-away camp he had gone to last summer, but it would be kind of cool to go away for four days with all the West Creek kids. And four days of outdoor ed was definitely preferable to four days of indoor ed. Alex loved being outdoors. The best part of his life was running with the track-and-field team.

Alex tuned out as Dr. Stanley explained the details of the program. Casting about for something to do, he gave a quick tug at Marcia's hair, then swiftly resumed his expression of exaggerated innocence when she whirled around.

"I know that was you, Alex," she said. She was plainly trying to act mad, but Alex knew she wasn't really. The blue of her eyes exactly matched the blue of her tiny little tank top.

"What was me?"

"You know."

Alex shrugged, as if to say: "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

When Marcia faced forward again, Alex gave another tug, this time to the wild, red curls of the girl sitting next to Marcia, tiny, brainy Lizzie Archer. Lizzie yelped and clutched her curls protectively. She didn't turn around, but Marcia did. This time Marcia looked genuinely angry. Alex could tell that she didn't mind if he pulled her hair, but she didn't want him pulling another girl's hair.

"Ethan did it," Alex said.

"I did not!" Ethan protested.

"Boys," the principal called out. "Settle down back there." To the parents, he said, "I think these kids are ready for outdoor ed now. All right, parents, any questions?"

Lots of hands shot up, including Alex's dad's. Alex hated it when his dad spoke up at school meetings. Usually the questions started with some supposedly amusing remark about "my son, Alex," which Alex didn't find amusing at all. He knew his dad prided himself on coming to school events, even though he was a super-busy lawyer in downtown Denver. Sometimes Alex wished he'd stay at his office instead, especially on the track-meet days.

Luckily, Dr. Stanley called on another parent first, a mother who asked about the cost of the program and if there was any financial aid available. Alex didn't recognize her, but he could only imagine how embarrassed her kid must feel. Why didn't she just scream at the top of her lungs, "We're poor! We're poor!"

"How much adult supervision will there be?" another mom asked.

"We plan on having at least one parent for every twelve students," Dr. Stanley said. Alex hoped one of the parents wouldn't be his dad.

Then Alex heard Dr. Stanley call on his father. He steeled himself for what would come next.

Sure enough, his father turned to face the audience, as Alex had known he would. "I have three questions," he said. Alex could have predicted that, too. Once his father had the floor, he held on to the floor.

"First, West Creek's standardized test scores this year lagged behind East Creek's by three percentile points. Don't you think instructional time should be spent building test-taking skills rather than traipsing around in the woods, scribbling in 'nature journals'?"

The principal gave a long, droning answer to that one. Through it all, Alex's dad looked mildly amused, as if to say, "Gotcha!"

"Second, how much taxpayer money is paying for this?"

Dr. Stanley gave another long-winded answer that didn't seem to satisfy Alex's dad.

"Third, don't you think four days is too long for some of the kids? The last time my son, Alex" — here it came — "went to a sleep-away camp, he called home partway through, begging us to come and get him." He gave a low chuckle. Some of the other parents joined in appreciatively. "I mean, we're talking about kids here who still sleep with teddy bears, some of them."

Alex felt himself flushing a painful, dull red. He hadn't begged to come home from the camp last summer; he had asked. And that camp had been awful: all the other kids had seemed to know everybody, and he hadn't known anybody, and he had gotten off to a bad start with this one mean counselor on the first day.

And he didn't sleep with Mr. Bear, he just had him on his bed. Under his bed, usually. Mr. Bear didn't count as a teddy bear. He was more like a punching bag, when Alex needed to hit somebody. Or a pillow, when Alex needed something to squeeze. His mother called Mr. Bear a "comfort object." She had an old stuffed bunny as her comfort object. Alex's seventeen-year-old sister, Cara, had Kirsten, her favorite American Girl doll. Everybody in Alex's family had a comfort object, except for Alex's dad.

His dad didn't need comfort objects, but everyone who lived with him did. There was food for thought there.

"I think our students are ready for this," Dr. Stanley replied. "And certainly parents are more than welcome to join us. And teddy bears, too," he added with a smile.

Now they would all think Alex slept with a teddy bear. He waited for one of the guys to make a crack. Alex knew what he would have said if one of their parents had made the teddy bear remark. "What's your bear's name, Zimmerman?" "Have you been sewing lots of cute little clothes for your teddy, Winfield?" "How's Teddy-Weddy, Barnett?" None of the guys said anything. Alex had a terrible thought: they felt sorry for him.

Finally Dr. Stanley called on another parent. Alex didn't listen to the question.

Marcia turned around. "I sleep with a bear, too," she confided. "His name is Puffles."

Puffles? I sleep with a bear, too?

Dave couldn't hold back any longer. "What's your bear's name, Alex? Wuffles?"

Alex tried to think of something funny to say, something that would make clear to the others that he didn't sleep with a teddy bear, had never slept with a teddy bear, and never would sleep with a teddy bear. For once, his gift for comedy failed him.

As Marcia turned toward Lizzie, she touched her bangs on their strategic place over the pimple on her forehead. Even though Alex knew Marcia had only been trying to help, he had to lash out at somebody. He couldn't just sit there, in utter humiliation and shame.

"Hey, Faitak," Alex said, loud enough for the others to hear.

"What?"

"I think you have some kind of a puffle on your forehead. Is that a beesting? Or an insect bite? Or — wait — it couldn't be a zit, could it?"

Marcia stared at him. Then her face crumpled. She jumped up from her folding chair, pushed her way to the aisle, and ran out into the hall.

Great. Girls couldn't take a joke. But the stricken look on Marcia's face had given Alex a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt even worse, if that were possible, than he had before.

"What did you say to her?" Ethan asked. Ethan could get on this knight-in-shining-armor kick, where it was his mission to rescue all damsels in distress — usually from remarks made by Alex. There was a time when Ethan was always rescuing Lizzie. Now, apparently, he was going to start rescuing Marcia.

Alex thought fast. The best defense is a good offense, his dad liked to say. "All I said was, 'I think Ethan Winfield likes you.'"

"Right," Ethan said.

Alex knew that Ethan and Julius didn't really like him. It wasn't as if he liked them all that much, either. Despite the Wuffles remark, he and Dave were pretty good friends, and the girls liked him, too, especially Marcia. Or at least she used to. Why had he made that stupid crack about her pimple? He wouldn't have done it if his dad had known when to quit.

Alex didn't want to go away with these kids for four days to outdoor ed, with everybody asking him why he hadn't brought his dumb bear. He wanted to transfer to a different school, in a different state. And with a different family. Well, maybe he'd keep his mother and sister. But he wanted a different father. A different father, definitely.

CHAPTER 2

"How WAS THE MEETING?" Alex's mom asked as Alex and his dad came from the garage into the kitchen. A freshly frosted cake stood on the counter, ready to be taken to West Creek the next day for a PTO fund-raiser.

"It had its moments," Alex's father said. "There are a few of us parents holding their feet to the fire."

Alex's mother shot a quick look at Alex; he knew she wanted to ask him how the meeting had really been. But all she said was, "I made another cake for us, but it's not frosted yet. Give me ten more minutes, okay?"

Other mothers baked cakes for a school bake sale from mixes, if they baked at all. It was typical of Alex's mother to bake two cakes, one for the bake sale and one for home, both from scratch, each one decorated like a cake on the cover of a cooking magazine.

"Where's Cara?" Alex's dad asked. Cara was a junior at Summit High School.

Alex's mother hesitated for a split second before she answered. "Out with some friends."

"You mean, out with Dax."

"She said she'd be back by nine."

Alex's father looked at his watch. "Eighteen more minutes. What earring was Romeo wearing tonight? The diamond stud? Or the little pink flower?"

Alex's mom picked up her spatula. "I didn't notice. Out of the kitchen, you two. I can't frost cakes with an audience. Is your homework done, Alex?"

"Uh-huh. Almost."

"Go finish it."

Alex went upstairs to his room and opened his math book. He was a good math student — not a brain, like Lizzie Archer, but he could usually get A's in math without trying very hard. In ten minutes, he had the last two problems finished.

Did he have time to down a piece of cake before Cara got home? He didn't particularly want to be there when she arrived, especially if she was late. Alex's dad couldn't stand Cara's new boyfriend, Dax. Some of his dad's comments about Dax were funny, but Alex liked him. He thought Dax's lone earring, gleaming in his left ear, looked cool. Anyway, lots of guys had pierced ears.

"Cake!" his mother called upstairs. "Come and get it, if you want it."

He wanted it.

The clock on the microwave said 8:56 as Alex picked up his fork and took the first moist, delicious chocolate bite. He saw his mother steal a glance at the clock, too.

"I bet outdoor ed is going to be fun," she said.

"It'll be okay, I guess," Alex said, over a mouthful of cake. Maybe the other kids would have forgotten about his bear by then.

"Your dad is going to try to arrange his schedule so he can go, too."

Alex swallowed his bite in one angry gulp and shoved away the rest of his cake, uneaten. "Why? Why does he have to go?"

"He doesn't have to go, he wants to go."

"Why? It's, like, he has to go to everything? It's not enough that he ruins every track meet, now he has to ruin outdoor ed, too?"

"Honey, they need parent volunteers. You're lucky that your dad cares enough to do these things, even if ... Well, I know he gets carried away sometimes. But it means so much to him to be involved in your activities; his own dad was always too busy."

Alex looked at her. Did she really think he was lucky that his dad was planning to go to outdoor ed? He couldn't believe she did. She had been trying to warn him, in her quiet, tactful way. But she hadn't been at the last track meet. She hadn't heard Dad berating the coach, shouting stuff at the other team, making cracks when Alex missed his last high jump.

"Why don't you come instead? You come."

"Oh, honey. The way your dad and Cara are getting along these days ..."

Alex heard the car in the driveway. The clock on the microwave said 9:03. That wasn't late enough to trigger a scene between Cara and their dad, was it?

Cara appeared in the kitchen, without Dax. So far, so good. Alex caught a quick glimpse of Dax outside the door, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail, blowing her a goodbye kiss. He was wearing the diamond stud.

"I'm back!" Cara announced brightly. "I didn't turn into a pumpkin."

Standing side by side, she and their mother looked like sisters. Same short, slim build; same thick, shoulder-length, blond hair. Alex looked more like his dad: tall, broad in the shoulders, light brown hair cut super-short once a month by an old-fashioned barber with a candy-cane pole in front of his shop.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Alex Ryan, Stop That! by Claudia Mills. Copyright © 2003 Claudia Mills. Excerpted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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Meet the Author

Claudia Mills is the author of Losers, Inc.,You're a Brave Man, Julius Zimmerman, and Lizzie at Last, as well as many other books for young readers. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.


Claudia Mills is the acclaimed author of many books for children. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.

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