Extraordinary Losers 3 by Jessica Alejandro Read Free Book Online Page A

jumbo-sized meatball just mimicked Mrs Priya on the PA system?”
    â€œHey, no name-calling if you are to follow us,” Clandestino warned.
    Janice looked at Adam and became stubbornly silent. She was definitely not going to divulge her secret to the bullies and those who always made fun of her.
    â€œThe biggest loser is suddenly quiet?” Adam challenged her, wanting Janice to admit that she had special abilities. But she just glowered at him.
    â€œI said no name-calling,” Clandestino warned again. Adam backed down.
    Whipping out his iPhone, Clandestino said, “I will try calling Mundi again.” He dialled quickly and listened intently. “It’s not ringing now!”
    He tried again. “His phone is dead!”
    Janice imagined the worst. “Oh no! Oh no! What if Mundi’s attackers found out that he had messaged us so they tortured him and took away his phone or whatever it is he is using?”
    â€œOkay, okay, hanging out with you guys is getting weirder by the minute,” Adam remarked. “Are you saying that Mundi messaged you without his phone?”
    â€œWhose bright idea was it to get him involved?” Janice glanced over her shoulder, displeased.
    â€œEr, mine?” I replied. “Come on, Janice. Mundi needs to be found quick and we need help!”
    Janice held my wrist. “Then let’s hurry to the teachers and Mundi’s parents!”
    We secretly raced one another to the staff room, hoping the adults hadn’t left for the police station. Of course, Clandestino was the first to arrive, followed by Adam. I was only slightly ahead of Janice, which didn’t make me look too good. But there was no sign of Madam Siti, Mr Grosse and Mundi’s family.
    â€œOh no, where could they have gone? We need to contact them immediately,” Janice said.
    Out of the blue, a familiar voice shot through the air, “Hey kis… Where are you going?”

    â€œHe means kids,” Janice corrected. Uncle Andy had a few missing teeth that made him mispronounce some words. He wasn’t worried about it at all. Perhaps his gold tooth made up for it.
    â€œWe are looking for Madam Siti and Mr Grosse,”
    I said. “Have they left?”
    â€œYeah, we need to tell them something,” Janice added.
    â€œWhat you need to tell them?” Uncle Andy scratched his red sunburnt chest that lay exposed beneath his half-buttoned shirt. He seemed suspiciously restless.
    â€œSomething,” Clandestino said. He turned to me. “Letta usta nota trusta himta.” Let us not trust him. Clandestino was speaking in our secret language. We had made up a secret language so we didn’t have to depend on the Guitar Club notice board to communicate secretly anymore. The language was simple. We added an extra “ta” to every syllable. I thought it was quite easy to get the hang of it but Clandestino said it was the most difficult code in the world.
    â€œWai, wai, wai. Are you looky for Mundi? The teachers came to me just now and asked me about the Milo van and Mundi.” He sighed. “I was so careless!”
    â€œMaytabeta heta ista theta oneta.” Maybe he is the one. Janice tried to speak in our secret language too.
    â€œUh huh,” I acknowledged.
    Uncle Andy continued, “They showed me their Milo badge. I thought they were doing a promotion. So good they come to this school, you know. Anyway, Mundi never contact you?”
    We looked doubtfully at one another, hesitant to divulge any further information. Uncle Andy might just be the kidnapper since Mundi’s mother did say that a Chinese man had called to demand a ransom of $100,000.
    Adam, the strongest of us all, then suggested, “Shall we just look for Mundi ourselves?”
    Uncle Andy overheard this and said, “Come, I have a pick-up, I can drive you there!”
    â€œNo, it-it-it is okay,” I quickly insisted. “We can go ourselves. I