6 Ch6-The Museum of Hanging Gargabe

Chapter 6 The Museum of Hanging Garbage For a few days, I was the star of the school. No kid had ever been inside the teachers' lounge. I was probably the first one in the history of the world. Everybody wanted to know about the incredible things I saw in the teachers' lounge. Kids were even offering me

candy to tell them. I didn't want to tell them the teachers' lounge was just a boring old room where the teachers sat around eating lunch. I didn't want to lie, either. So I just told them that the teachers blindfolded me and said they would torture me if I ever revealed what went on in the teachers' lounge. It was cool. Our next art class wasn't an art class at all. Ms. Hannah took us on a field trip to a museum. I hate museums. Museums are boring. "Why don't we ever take a field trip to a cool place like a skateboard park?" I asked Ryan on the bus ride over to the museum.

"What's so great about skateboard parks?" Andrea asked from the seat in front of me. "Well, for one thing, you're not there," I said. Ryan laughed. Andrea made a mean face at me. "I like museums," she said. "My mom takes me to museums all the time." "Too bad she doesn't leave you there," I said.

Ryan laughed. We walked around the museum for about a million hundred hours. Ms. Hannah was all excited. She just about ran from room to room telling us about all the wonderful art. It was horrible and boring, and I was hungry and my legs were tired. I looked for a place to sit down. There were some big boxes of soup cans in the corner, and I went to take a rest on them. But as soon as I sat down, all these loud bells started ringing and guards came running over. One of them was blowing a whistle, and he started yelling at me.

"Get up!" he shouted. "You can't sit there!" "Okay, okay!" I said, getting up fast. "I'll sit someplace else." What's the big deal? I wondered. The guard looked like he was going to arrest me or something. Luckily Ms. Hannah ran over and rescued me. I asked her what I did, and she told me that I had

sat on some art. "That's art?" I asked. "I thought it was boxes of soup." "It's modern art!" she said. "That is a famous sculpture that is worth millions of dollars." It looked like soup boxes to me. Ms. Hannah told me to remember that art is everywhere, so I should be careful what I sat on. She put her arm around me and kept it there for the rest of the time we were in the museum. We walked around and she kept point- ing out the beautiful artwork all over the place. "Look at this!" she kept saying. "Isn't it marvelous?"