Bell's Breakthrough (Blast to the Past Series #3)

Bell's Breakthrough (Blast to the Past Series #3)

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ISBN-13: 9781442495364
Publisher: Aladdin
Publication date: 12/31/2013
Series: Blast to the Past Series , #3
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 128
Sales rank: 235,448
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.50(d)
Lexile: 590L (what's this?)
Age Range: 7 - 10 Years

About the Author

Stacia Deutsch is the author of more than fifty children’s books. She loves to write adventure, mystery, and movie novesl, but time travel stories are her favorite. Just in case she gets the chance to time travel, Stacia keeps a long list of the people she would like to visit. For now, she lives in Califronia with her three children.

Rhody Cohon wishes she could time travel too! Until her machine is in working order, she’ll travel through her imagination to wild and woolly places from her prickly home in Tucson, Arizona.

Read an Excerpt

Bell’s Breakthrough
“Hello, Abigail,” Mr. Caruthers said when I opened the classroom door.

I blinked twice.

“Mr. Caruthers?” I was surprised to see my teacher sitting at his desk. Our teacher was always late to class on Mondays. And he usually sat on his desk, never behind it.

I popped my head back into the hallway. The sign on the door read ROOM 305.

There was no mistake. I was definitely in the right place.

Something weird was going on.

“Good morning, Zack and Jacob,” Mr. Caruthers greeted the twins as they entered behind me.

“Huh?” Zack said, staring blankly at our teacher. He was confused too.

We hurried to our table. Zack, Jacob, and I sit with a new kid named Roberto Rodriguez. Maybe he knew what was up.

“Hey, Bo,” Jacob whispered. “What’s Mr. C doing here?” Our teacher was so cool, we always called him Mr. C.

Bo answered in a voice so soft, I could barely hear him. “I was the first one to class. When I saw him at his desk, I thought I was in the wrong room. I almost left.” Bo was so quiet and shy, it wasn’t hard to imagine him leaving the classroom and running away. He doesn’t like talking to grown-ups. I was actually kind of surprised he stayed. He must really like social studies. Or Mr. C.

“I did the same thing,” I said. I pulled out my chair and sat down.

It was totally strange.

Every Monday, Mr. Caruthers was five minutes late to class.

Every Monday, his clothes were wrinkled and messy.

Every Monday, his glasses sat way down on his nose. And his hair stuck up, way up to the sky.

But today, he was on time. His suit was neat. His tie was tied. His glasses were where they were supposed to be. Even his hair was combed.

And he was sitting in his chair!

“Is it really Monday?” I asked Zack.

“I think so,” Zack answered. “Do you think this has something to do with T.T.?”

“T.T.?” I questioned. “What’s T.T.?”

Zack leaned over and put his hand around my ear. “Time travel,” he whispered.

I didn’t say anything. I just winked one eye and nodded.

Bo, Jacob, Zack, and I knew the secret reason why Mr. C was messy and late on Mondays.

Mr. C was an inventor. In his private, hidden laboratory under the school, Mr. C had created a time-travel computer. It looked like a handheld video game, but when he put a special cartridge in the back, a smoky, green, glowing time-travel hole opened in the floor.

He was always messy because when he made the cartridge there was a wicked explosion. The time-travel cartridge didn’t work without the explosion.

We thought the reason he was always late to class was because he was time traveling, but we were wrong. Mr. C told us he was always late because he was working on another, brand-new, hush-hush invention. He barely slept, and never had time to change clothes or shower. On Monday mornings he’d rush to class after the bell had already rung.

We knew his secrets because Jacob, Zack, Bo, and I were Mr. C’s helpers.

Mr. C wanted more time to focus on his new invention, so he asked us to time-travel for him. He explained to us that American history was in danger. He showed us a little black book full of names. For some mysterious reason, all the famous Americans on Mr. C’s list were quitting. They weren’t inventing, or speaking out, or fighting for what was right. They were giving up on their dreams!

Our mission was to save history from changing forever!

We time-traveled on Mondays during the after-school club time.

It was weird. We would leave on a Monday, but it wasn’t always a Monday when we arrived in the past. We would leave at three o’clock, but it wasn’t always three o’clock when we got to the past. And yet, the clock ticks at the same speed in the past as it does in our time. Time travel is crazy like that!

So far, we’d been very successful in our adventures. We’d managed to keep history on track—no small thing, since the computer only gives us two hours to get the job done.

We didn’t know what would happen if we went over the two-hour limit. And we didn’t want to know. The time-travel computer might have a freak-out. And if we weren’t home by the end of club time, so would our parents. That is why we had to hustle and be careful about how much time we spent in the past.

Every Monday, we crossed our fingers and hoped that Mr. Caruthers would send us on another adventure. But lately, instead of T.T., Mr. C kept sending us to the library! The past two Monday afternoons, we’d been sitting around, reading boring books about Alexander Graham Bell.

Brrring.

The bell rang. It was time for class to start.

Mr. Caruthers stood up from his chair. He cleared his throat and asked, “What if Alexander Graham Bell had quit and never invented the telephone?” Our whole class loved Mr. C’s “what if?” questions. He asked them every Monday.

Could today’s “what if?” question be a clue? Could it be our day to go on a T.T. adventure? Mr. C had made us read about Alexander Graham Bell in the library. Now he was asking about Alexander Graham Bell in class. I didn’t want to get too excited, just in case I was wrong.

I looked over at the boys. I wanted to ask them if they thought the Alexander Graham Bell question might be a sign. I stared at Jacob. He didn’t look at me. Then I stared at Bo. He wasn’t looking at me either. So I tried staring at the side of Zack’s head until my eyes hurt.

It was useless.

Bo, Jacob, and Zack each had his hand raised. They weren’t thinking about T.T. anymore. They were thinking about the question.

I decided to forget about T.T. for a little while too. I raised my hand because I knew what my life would be like if Alexander Graham Bell had never invented the telephone.

I wanted to tell Mr. C how horrible it would be if there were no telephones. The world would feel so big and disconnected.

I’d have to walk to my friends’ houses and wait for them to get home. I’d have to write letters to my relatives who lived far away. And wait for them to write back. I’d have to wait to see my parents just so I could ask them a question.

Without telephones, my whole life would be spent waiting around. I’m definitely not good at waiting. In fact, I am probably the most impatient person in the whole entire universe.

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Bell's Breakthrough (Blast to the Past Series #3) 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is outstanding because it is funny, interesting, & I learned a lot about Alexander Graham Bell.