15 Something Stinks!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN SOMETHING STINKS! Protocol (noun). A set of instructions so you can re-create an experiment or procedure. You can make up ridiculous songs, but you never want to make up ridiculous protocols in science. AFTER PUTTING A SMALL PIECE OF paper on my shoe so I wouldn't get gum everywhere, I raced up to Mrs. Hansberry as she left the lighting booth. "I figured it out!" I cried. "The play?" She glanced up from her clipboard. "Life? What, pray tell?" I loved how Mrs. Hansberry sounded so old- fashioned and elegant. As if she had stepped out of a Shakespeare play or something. "How we can get the dragons to breathe out smoke during the finale. So it looks like it's coming out of their mouths and nostrils." And then words zipped out of my mouth as I explained my liquid nitrogen Cheeto concept. How we could make it completely safe using every sort of safety protocol.

第十五章有东西发臭了！协议(名词)。 一组说明，使您可以重新创建一个实验或程序。 你可以编一些可笑的歌曲，但你绝对不想编一些可笑的科学规程。 我在鞋上贴了一张小纸条，免得把口香糖弄得到处都是，然后在汉斯伯里太太离开灯台时，我跑到她跟前。 “我弄明白了！”我哭了。 “这出戏?”她从写字板上抬起头来。 “生活吗?什么，请告诉我？”我喜欢汉斯伯里太太说话时的那种老式和优雅。 就好像她从莎士比亚的戏剧里走出来似的。 “我们怎么能让龙在大结局时喷出烟雾。 所以看起来像是从他们的嘴巴和鼻孔里出来的。” 当我解释我的液态氮奇多概念时，话从我嘴里蹦了出来。 我们如何使用各种安全协议使其完全安全。

A protocol is a set of instructions that tell you the right way to do something, and with liquid nitrogen you couldn't afford to do it the wrong way. "This is most intriguing, Kate," said Mrs. Hansberry, closing her eyes as if she were imagining the possibilities. "However, this is something I would need to discuss over the phone with Ms. Daly and a few others, such as your wonderful mother. But if we follow the safety protocol and give this privilege to a few dragons who are utterly up for the responsibility, we might be able to give this a green light." As I started jumping up and down, Avery shuffled past us loudly chewing gum. She plopped down in a seat on the aisle next to Phoenix. The minute I ended the conversation with Mrs. Hansberry, I headed over toward Avery. Oh boy, could I smell that gum! It wasn't just regular old bubble gum flavor. Or sour apple or peppermint. It was watermelon. Exactly like the kind of gum I had stepped on by my seat. "Where did you get that gum?" I demanded. Her face paled.

协议是一组指示，告诉你做某事的正确方法，有了液氮，你就不能以错误的方式去做。 “这太有趣了，凯特，”汉斯伯里太太说，闭上眼睛，仿佛在想象着各种可能性。 “不过，这件事我需要在电话里和她讨论一下。 戴利和其他一些人，比如你了不起的母亲。 但如果我们遵守安全协议，把这个特权给几只完全愿意承担责任的龙，我们也许能给它开个绿灯。” 当我开始上蹿下跳时，艾弗里大声地嚼着口香糖，拖着脚步从我们身边走过。 她扑通一声坐在菲尼克斯旁边过道的一个座位上。 我一结束和汉斯伯里太太的谈话，就朝艾弗里走去。 天啊，我能闻到口香糖的味道吗？这可不是普通的泡泡糖口味。 或者酸苹果或薄荷。 是西瓜。和我踩在座位边的口香糖一模一样。 “你从哪儿弄来的口香糖？”我要求。 她脸色苍白。

I lifted up the back of my running shoe and ripped off the piece of paper so she could see the wad of green gum stuck to the tread. "Look familiar? You really shouldn't be chewing gum in the theater, Avery." Leaning forward in her seat, she sneered, "You can't tell me what to do." "I can. I'm the assistant director." "That doesn't mean you're Mrs. Hansberry." She shook her head so her braids whipped around. "Just because your mom is principal, you think you can do anything." "This has nothing to do with my mom, Avery. This has to do with you leaving gum on the floor so I'd step on it. It was meant for me, wasn't it?" Kids stared at us. I didn't care. I couldn't let Avery get away with this. "Well, maybe you should be more careful where you walk. You're the assistant director. You're supposed to notice things." I took a step closer to Avery. "Why are you so mad at me?" "Don't you remember what we just talked about in your mom's minivan, coming back from that last soccer tournament?" "Uh, no."

我掀起我的跑鞋，撕掉那张纸，这样她就能看到粘在鞋面上的绿口香糖了。 “看起来熟悉吗?你真不该在剧院里嚼口香糖，艾弗里。” 她在座位上向前倾着身子，冷笑道：“你没资格告诉我该怎么做。” “我可以。我是副导演。” “那并不意味着你就是汉斯伯里太太。” 她摇了摇头，辫子四处乱转。 “就因为你妈妈是校长，你就觉得自己无所不能。” “这和我妈妈没关系，艾弗里。 这和你把口香糖放在地板上让我踩到有关。 这是给我的，不是吗？”孩子们盯着我们看。 我不在乎。我不能让艾弗里逍遥法外。 “嗯，也许你走路的时候应该小心点。 你是副导演。 你应该注意到一些事情。” 我向艾弗里靠近了一步。 “你为什么生我的气？”“你不记得我们刚才在你妈妈的小货车里谈过的吗？我们刚从上次的足球锦标赛回来。”“嗯,没有。”

"That figures. You only listen to yourself, Miss Kate the Great! Think you're super special? Well, you're not. I should have been assistant director, not you." She started to list the reasons on her fingers. "I know dance. You don't. I know how to sing. You can't. And I know how to listen." "At least everyone listens to me when I talk. And I don't sabotage people by crossing out their schedules," I hissed in a voice much louder than I intended. I didn't know it was her for sure, but I figured if I said it, her response might give something away. "Well, sorry, but you deserved it," she huffed. Phoenix nodded. "I can't"—I shook my head so fast the room spun—"I can't believe you think that." "Quiet," whisper-warned Phoenix, pointing at our teacher. "Mrs. Hansberry." I could see her hurrying toward us. Avery made a face. "All you want to do is prove you're better than me." "Not really. I don't even think about you!" "That's the problem. You don't think about anyone but yourself." "That's so not true!" It wasn't. I thought about Birdie, I thought about the dragons, I thought about—

“这数字。你只会自言自语，伟大的凯特小姐！你觉得自己很特别？ 好吧，你不是。应该是我当副局长，而不是你。” 她开始用手指列举原因。 “我懂跳舞。你不。我知道怎么唱歌。 你不能。我知道如何倾听。” “至少我说话的时候每个人都听我说。 我也不会通过划掉别人的日程表来破坏他们。”我用比我预想的更大的声音嘶嘶地说。 我不确定是不是她，但我想如果我说出来，她的反应可能会泄露一些信息。 “嗯，对不起，但你活该，”她生气地说。 凤凰城点了点头。“我不能”——我摇了摇头，晃得屋子都转了起来——“我不敢相信你会这么想。” “安静。”菲尼克斯指着我们的老师，低声警告道。 “Hansberry太太。”我看见她匆匆向我们走来。 埃弗里做了个鬼脸。“你只想证明你比我强。” “不是真的。我根本没想过你！”“这就是问题所在。 你只考虑你自己。” “这根本不是真的！”它不是。 我想到了小鸟，想到了龙，想到了

Mrs. Hansberry now stood next to us. "I don't know what's going on over here, but I'm not pleased." She pursed her lips tightly. "Not pleased at all. You're both at risk of losing your positions in this show if you continue this fight." "I'm done," said Avery in a sulky voice. "Me too," I said, and watched Avery stalk away. If I were a dragon, I would be breathing fire right now.

汉斯伯里太太现在站在我们旁边。 “我不知道这里发生了什么，但我很不高兴。” 她紧抿着嘴。 “一点也不高兴。如果你们继续争吵，你们都有可能失去在这个节目中的地位。” “我完了。”埃弗里生气地说。 “我也是。”我说，看着艾弗里悄悄走开了。 如果我是龙，我现在就会喷火。