8 Ch8-Striker Smith's Final Battle

Chapter 8 Striker Smith's Final Battle Ryan pulled the string up. There was nothing on the other end! Striker Smith was gone! Suddenly the ride got all bumpy. Mrs. Kormel pulled off the side of the road. She opened the door and got out to see what was the matter. "You're in big trouble, A.J.," Andrea said.

"So is your face," I replied. Mrs. Kormel came back on the bus. She was holding Striker Smith in her hand. Or what was left of him, anyway. His head was gone. So was one of his legs and the arm that used to hold his sword. I felt bad. My parents probably paid a lot of money to get me this cool action figure, and now it was totally crushed. On the other hand, it is also a well- known fact that crushing stuff and pulling the limbs off action figures is cool. All in all, I was just happy that Show and Share was over. It wouldn't be very cool to show the class an action figure that was missing an arm, a leg, and his head.

"Who does this belong to?" asked Mrs. Kormel. Andrea looked at me. I looked at Ryan. Ryan looked at me. Mrs. Kormel looked at me. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. I had to think fast. "I said, who does this belong to?" "Striker Smith belongs to a secret organization of crime fighters," I said. I thought Mrs. Kormel was going to be really mad. But she just told us all to get off the bus. She said we had a flat tire and she was going to call Mr. Klutz to send somebody out to fix it. In the meantime, we'd have to wait outside. "Now we're going to miss lunch!" one of the mean fifth graders complained.

"Who cares about lunch?" said some- body else. "We're going to miss recess!" "It's all Arlo's fault," said Andrea. "It is not," I said. "It is too." "Oh yeah?" I said. "Well, stupid begins with an s and that's what you are." Ha-ha-ha! In her face! We all got off the bus. It was a quiet road, and there were no other cars or houses or people around. Me and Ryan and Michael went to look at the flat tire.

Striker Smith's sword was stuck right in the tire with his arm still attached to it. It was cool. It was like that story "The Sword in the Stone," except with a tire. Mrs. Kormel tried to call Mr. Klutz on her cell phone, but something was wrong, and she started stamping her feet and yelling. "Bix blattinger!" she yelled. "My cell phone battery is dead!" Mrs. Kormel said she would have to fix the flat tire herself. She told us to get our lunches and have a little picnic on the sidewalk while she got out her tools and the spare tire. Not everybody had brought a lunch bag, because some kids buy the school

lunch. They must be nuts. The school lunch is usually rubber hot dogs, chicken nuggets that bounce, and nachos that glow in the dark. I wouldn't eat the school lunch if I was stawing and there was no other food left in the world. Mrs. Kormel asked us to share some of our food with kids who didn't bring a lunch. I gave my tuna sandwich to one of the first graders, but I kept my pudding treat. I always eat my treat first anyway. You should always eat your treat first because if an asteroid hits the earth in the middle of lunch and destroys the planet, well, at least you got to eat your dessert. That's