3 Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Of course, even though he was grounded, Kyle Keeley still had to go to school. "Mike, Curtis, Kyle, time to wake up!" his mother called from down in the kitchen. Kyle plopped his feet on the floor, rubbed his eyes, and sleepily looked around his room. The computer handed down from his brother Curtis was sitting on the desk that used to belong to his other brother, Mike. The rug on the floor, with its Cincinnati Reds logo, had also been Mike's when he was twelve years old. The books

当然，尽管凯尔·基利被禁足了，他还是得去上学。 “迈克，柯蒂斯，凯尔，该起床了!”他妈妈在楼下的厨房里喊道。 凯尔扑通一声把脚放在地板上，揉了揉眼睛，困倦地环视了一下房间。 他哥哥柯蒂斯(Curtis)传给他的电脑放在他另一个哥哥迈克(Mike)的桌子上。 地板上那块印有辛辛那提红人队标志的地毯，在迈克12岁的时候也是他的。 这些书

lined up in his bookcase had been lined up on Mike's and Curtis's shelves, except for the ones Kyle got each year for Christmas from his grandmother. He still hadn't read last year's addition. Kyle wasn't big on books. Unless they were the instruction manual or hint guide to a video game. He had a Sony PlayStation set up in the family room. It wasn't the high-def, Blu-ray PS3. It was the one Santa had brought Mike maybe four years earlier. (Mike kept the brand-new Blu-ray model locked up in his bedroom.) But still, clunker that it was, the four-year-old gaming console in the family room worked. Except this week. Well, it worked, but Kyle's dad had taken away his TV and computer privileges, so unless he just wanted to hear the hard drive hum, there was really no point in firing up the PlayStation until the next Sunday, when his sentence ended. "When you're grounded in this house," his father had said, "you're grounded."

除了凯尔每年圣诞节从他祖母那里得到的那些书，他书架上的书都排在迈克和柯蒂斯的书架上。 他还没有读去年的增刊。 凯尔不喜欢看书。除非它们是电子游戏的操作手册或提示指南。 他在家庭活动室里放了一台索尼游戏机。 它不是高清的蓝光PS3。 这是圣诞老人四年前送给迈克的。 (迈克把全新的蓝光播放器锁在卧室里。)不过，尽管这台游戏机很旧，但它在家庭活动室里已经用了四年了。 除了这周。好吧，它起作用了，但是凯尔的爸爸剥夺了他看电视和电脑的权利，所以除非他只是想听到硬盘的嗡嗡声，否则在下个星期天他的判决结束之前，打开PlayStation真的没有意义。 “当你被禁足在这个家里的时候，”他父亲说，“你就被禁足了。”

If Kyle needed a computer for homework during this last week of school, he could use his mom's, the one in the kitchen. His mom had no games on her computer. Okay, she had Diner Dash, but that didn't really count. Being grounded in the Keeley household meant you couldn't do anything except, as his dad put it, "think about what you did that caused you to be grounded." Kyle knew what he had done: He'd broken a window. But hey—I also beat my big brothers! "Good morning, Kyle," his mom said when he hit the kitchen. She was sitting at her computer desk, sipping coffee and tapping keys. "Grab a Toaster Tart for breakfast." Curtis and Mike were already in the kitchen, chowing down on the last of the good Toaster Tarts—the frosted cupcake swirls. They'd left

如果凯尔在学校的最后一周需要一台电脑做作业，他可以用他妈妈的，就是厨房里的那台。 他妈妈的电脑上没有游戏。 好吧，她吃了速食快餐，但那不算。 在基利家被禁足意味着你什么都做不了，就像他父亲说的那样，“想想你做了什么让你被禁足的。” 凯尔知道他做了什么:他打破了一扇窗户。 但是，嘿，我也打败了我的哥哥们!“早上好，凯尔。”他走进厨房时，妈妈说。 她坐在电脑桌前，一边喝着咖啡，一边敲击键盘。 “早餐吃个烤面包塔。” 柯蒂斯和迈克已经在厨房里，狼吞虎咽地吃着最后一块美味的烤面包饼——糖霜蛋糕卷。 他们会离开

Kyle the unfrosted brown sugar cinnamon. The ones that tasted like the box they came in. "New library opens Friday, just in time for summer vacation," Kyle's mom mumbled, reading her computer screen. "Been twelve years since they tore down the old one. Listen to this, boys: Dr. Yanina Zinchenko, the new public library's head librarian, promises that 'patrons will be surprised' by what they find inside." "Really?" said Kyle, who always liked a good surprise. "I wonder what they'll have in there." "Um, books maybe?" said Mike. "It's a library, Kyle." "Still," said Curtis, "I can't wait to get my new library card!" "Because you're a nerd," said Mike. "I prefer the term 'geek,' " said Curtis. "Well, I gotta go," said Kyle, grabbing his backpack. "Don't want to miss the bus." He hurried out the door. What Kyle really didn't want to miss were his friends. A lot of them had Sony PSPs and Nintendo 3DSs. Loaded with lots and lots of games!

凯尔，未磨砂的红糖肉桂。 尝起来像装在盒子里的那种。 “新图书馆星期五开门，正好赶上暑假。”凯尔的妈妈看着电脑屏幕喃喃自语。 “自从他们拆毁旧楼已经十二年了。 听着，孩子们:新公共图书馆的馆长亚尼娜·津琴科(Yanina Zinchenko)博士承诺，“顾客们会对里面的发现感到惊讶”。 “真的吗?”凯尔说，他总是喜欢惊喜。 “我想知道里面会有什么。” “嗯，也许是书?”迈克说。 “这是图书馆，凯尔。”“不过，”柯蒂斯说，“我还是等不及要拿到我的新借书证了!”“因为你是个书呆子，”迈克说。 “我更喜欢‘极客’这个词，”柯蒂斯说。 “好了，我得走了。”凯尔说着，抓起他的背包。 “我不想错过公共汽车。” 他匆匆出门。凯尔真正不想错过的是他的朋友们。 他们中的许多人拥有索尼psp和任天堂3ds。 加载了很多很多的游戏!

Kyle fist-bumped and knuckle-knocked his way up the bus aisle to his usual seat. Almost everybody wanted to say "Hey" to him, except, of course, Sierra Russell. Like always, Sierra, who was also a seventh grader, was sitting in the back of the bus, her nose buried in a book—probably one of those about girls who lived in tiny homes on the prairie or something. Ever since her parents divorced and her dad moved out of town, Sierra Russell had been incredibly quiet and spent all her free time reading. "Nice shirt," said Akimi Hughes as Kyle slid into the seat beside her. "Thanks. It used to be Mike's." "Doesn't matter. It's still cool." Akimi's mother was Asian, her dad Irish. She had very long jet-black hair, extremely blue eyes, and a ton of freckles. "What're you playing?" Kyle asked, because Akimi was frantically working the controls on her

凯尔用拳头撞了一下，用指关节撞了一下，沿着巴士过道走到他平时的座位上。 几乎每个人都想对他说声“嘿”，当然，除了塞拉·拉塞尔。 和往常一样，同样是七年级学生的塞拉坐在公共汽车的后排，她的鼻子埋在一本书里——可能是那种关于住在大草原上小房子里的女孩的书。 自从她的父母离婚，她的父亲搬出了小镇，塞拉·拉塞尔一直非常安静，把她所有的空闲时间都花在阅读上。 “不错的衬衫，”Akimi Hughes说，Kyle滑到她旁边的座位上。 “谢谢。它以前是迈克的。” “没关系。它仍然很酷。” Akimi的母亲是亚洲人，父亲是爱尔兰人。 她有一头乌黑的长发，一双蓝眼睛，还有一大堆雀斑。 “你在玩什么?”凯尔问，因为明美正疯狂地控制着她

PSP 3000. "Squirrel Squad," said Akimi. "One of Mr. Lemoncello's best," said Kyle, who had the same game on his PlayStation. The one he couldn't play with for a week. "You need a hand?" "Nah." "Watch out for the beehives.…" "I know about the beehives, Kyle." "I'm just saying …" "Yes!" "What?" "I cleared level six! Finally." "Awesome." Kyle did not mention that he was up to level twenty-seven. Akimi was his best friend. Friends don't gloat to friends. "When I shot the squirrels at the falcons," said Akimi, "the pilots parachuted. If a squirrel bit the pilot in the butt, I got a fifty-point bonus." Yes, in Mr. Lemoncello's catapulting critters game, there were all sorts of wacky jokes. The falcons weren't birds; they were F-16 Falcon Fighter Jets. And the squirrels? They were nuts. Totally bonkers. With swirly whirlpool eyes. They

3000年PSP。“松鼠队，”明美说。 “这是莱蒙切罗先生最好的游戏之一，”凯尔说，他的PlayStation上也有同样的游戏。 他一个星期都不能玩的那个。 “需要帮忙吗?”“不。”“小心那些蜂箱。“我知道蜂巢的事，凯尔。” “我只是说……”“是的!”“什么?”“我通过了六层!”最后。” “酷毙了”。凯尔没有提到他已经升到27级了。 明美是他最好的朋友。 朋友不会对朋友幸灾乐祸。 “当我用松鼠射击猎鹰的时候，”阿基米说，“飞行员跳伞了。 如果一只松鼠咬了飞行员的屁股，我就能加50分。” 是的，在莱蒙塞罗先生的弹射动物游戏中，有各种各样的古怪笑话。 猎鹰不是鸟;它们是F-16猎鹰战斗机。 松鼠呢?他们是疯子。 完全疯狂。有着漩涡般的眼睛。 他们