The Worst Class Trip Ever by Dave Barry Read Free Book Online Page A

popular. The concert was outdoors, and everybody was sweating because the weather was still pretty hot, especially for nighttime.
    To be honest I didn’t pay much attention to the evening activities because I was busy getting more and more nervous. I kept looking around for the weird guys. I never saw them, but that
didn’t make me feel any better. By the time we got back on the bus to go back to the hotel, I felt like I was going to throw up. I sat down and leaned over in my seat, holding my stomach,
telling myself
Don’t puke in front of everybody Don’t puke in front of everybody Don’t puke in front of everybody…
    “Are you okay?”
    I looked up and saw that it was Suzana, sitting next to me, in Matt’s seat.
Suzana Delgado was sitting on the bus next to me.
This was a violation of all the known physical laws of
the Culver Middle universe: A hot girl like Suzana sitting next to a nobody like me instead of with the other hot girls and popular boys. I’m sure this set off a chain reaction of staring,
nudging, and texting throughout the bus. I couldn’t see, because now I was busy telling myself
Don’t puke on Suzana Don’t puke on Suzana Don’t puke on
Suzana…
    “Wyatt?” she was saying. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine,” I said.
    “You look like you’re gonna puke,” said Matt, sliding in behind us and leaning forward.
    “I’m not gonna puke,” I said. “But I
am
worried about what’s waiting for us back at the hotel.”
    “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” said Suzana. “I think we need a plan.”
    “What kind of plan?” I said.
    “For if those two guys show up at the hotel. Looking for this.” She pointed to her purse.
    “Why would they want your purse?” said Matt, who, as I have pointed out, can be an idiot.
    Suzana rolled her eyes. “Not my
purse
. The thing. It’s in there.”
    “Ohhhh,” said the idiot.
    “So here’s what we do,” said Suzana. “If they show up at the hotel, you pound on the wall to my room three times.” She sounded pretty excited about the idea of them
showing up at our hotel.
    “Then what?” I said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, what happens after we pound on your wall?”
    She frowned. “I don’t know yet. It depends on the situation.”
    I blinked. “That’s our plan?”
    “So far, yes.”
    I nodded thoughtfully, because I couldn’t think of anything to say.
    “I like it,” said the idiot.
    “Good,” she said. “Remember, three pounds on the wall.” She got up and walked back to the hot and/or popular section of the bus.
    “She’s really nice,” said Matt, moving up and sliding in next to me. The bus was moving now.
    “I guess,” I said. But I was starting to think the main reason Suzana wanted us to pound the wall was to make sure she didn’t miss anything exciting. Such as us getting
killed.
    “Listen,” I said. “If those guys show up, I’m gonna tell Mr. Barto.”
    “I thought we decided—”
    “I changed my mind. This is getting too weird. I’m gonna tell him. I don’t care if we get sent home.”
    Matt was quiet for a few seconds. “Okay,” he said.
    The bus got back to the hotel and pulled into the driveway. We both looked out the window before we got out, but we didn’t see the weird guys, or anybody else: The street was quiet. Matt
and I stopped just inside in the hotel doorway and took a careful look around the lobby. But the only people there were in a sad little line to check in—a tired-looking couple with a crying
baby waiting behind a couple of businessmen, who were waiting behind a tall man in a hat and overcoat and a short dumpy blond lady in a red dress and purple shoes talking to the guy at the front
desk. Other than that, the lobby was empty.
    Mr. Barto and Miss Rector gathered us all together and gave us a lecture about how we were to stay in our rooms and they would be patrolling the hallways and anybody caught breaking curfew would
be in Serious Trouble.