Extraordinary Losers 3 by Jessica Alejandro Read Free Book Online

“Miss Jacobs will not let us leave. At least till we have solved the case of the missing balloons.”
    â€œEvery second wasted could mean the difference between life and death,” I said. “Hang on, Mundi, we’re coming.”
    Adam, Leonard and Justin walked off and formed a tight loop and began whispering. None of them knew, of course, that I could hear them perfectly. Down to every last syllable.
    Adam whispered, “So should I go?” He crossed his arms, and his muscles bulged menacingly.
    â€œYeah, you should,” Leonard jumped in right away. “Your chance to skip class and to spy on those losers. I have a feeling there’s more than meets the eye.”
    Justin parted his hair nervously. “What if he gets caught?”
    â€œWe’ll just blame it on them!” Leonard said, pointing at us. “If we don’t help them, they might tell on us, about the glue thing and every wrong thing we have done. They seem to know everything!”
    Justin looked at the gold medal dangling from his neck. He had won it earlier in the 100-metre dash. Adam fingered the gold medal dangling from his neck too. They weren’t about to take them off anytime soon. Suspension? Public caning? No way.
    â€œOkay! Go do it, Adam! Go help the losers!” They high-fived. “Just blame them if anything bad happens.”
    Adam popped his collar up and waltzed towards us like a gang leader. He wanted to establish his status. Although we all have the same kind of uniform, everyone wears them differently. The ring leaders always pop up their collars and leave a part of their shirts untucked. The average students don’t really bother about their uniforms. The vain ones always make sure their skirts are a little shorter, and for boys, the shorts a little tighter. The nerdy ones make sure theirs are well-pressed, crisp and stiff.
    As Adam high-fived his gang, I wondered, had I made the right decision?

CHAPTER 9: WHITE NOISE
    When Miss Jacobs got back to class, we hurriedly went back to our desks to resume drawing models on our Math exercise books. Some of my classmates were using rulers while others took pride in drawing straight models freehand.
    I was busy decorating my model when Janice toddled up to Miss Jacobs and said, “Er, Miss Jacobs, I really need to be excused. Can I go now?”
    â€œNOW?” Miss Jacobs asked. “Show me your model first.”
    â€œHere!” Janice held up her book. There was a neat working column filled with impeccable handwriting and a perfect model in the centre. It was indeed an answer worth copying!
    â€œSure then!” Miss Jacobs immediately consented. Janice was the most responsible student in class and not one who would play truant. As soon as she left the classroom, a bell went off and the PA system sounded with an incredible announcement:
    â€œGood afternoon, everyone! This is Mrs Priya, your principal. (There was even white noise in the background.) Will Darryl De, Clandestino Chang and Adam Ali meet me at the basketball court, please? I need to see you now! It is urgent. Thanks.”
    Miss Jacobs was puzzled. She must have thought that the announcement sounded a little different this time.
    â€œNOW?” A look of bewilderment crossed her face.
    â€œYup, I guess we have to leave NOW, Miss Jacobs.” I shrugged.
    â€œOkay. All three of you can go, but do come back when you’re done!”
    As soon as we left the classroom, we spotted Janice waiting by the stairs. She was sticking her head out from behind a wall. When she saw us, she ran to Clandestino, giggling sheepishly.
    â€œWas I great? Was I great?” she probed. Janice could really mimic all the sounds and voices in the world! Nothing was impossible for her.
    â€œOf course!” Clandestino replied. “Even white noise?”
    â€œYes, you were awesome, Jan!” I said.
    â€œThat was you?” Adam raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, this