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Trout and Me
By: Susan Shreve , Kevin HawkeseBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Random House Children's Books
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When a new troublemaker, Trout, arrives at school, Ben is soon diagnosed with ADD–just like Trout.
Ever since first grade, Ben’s been in trouble, even though he’s really not a bad kid. He just can’t seem to stop doing things that get him sent to the principal’s office. His parents and wise older sister, Meg, swear he’ll be fine in his own time, but when a new kid shows up in Ben’s fifth-grade class, he’s not so sure. Trout sticks to him like glue, and it’s clear from the start that Trout is a much bigger troublemaker than Ben ever was. So when Ben gets diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), just like Trout, and then has to take Ritalin, just like Trout, he’s not sure what to make of his friendship–especially when he starts to get a bad reputation. Is Trout’s badness rubbing off on him? Can Ben make people understand it’s the ADD, not Trout, causing the problems before it’s too late?
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| Title of eBook: Trout and Me | |
| Release Date: 05-06-2009 | |
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| Publisher: Random House Children's Books |
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Trout and Me
CHAPTER ONE
This Monday, my last week of sixth grade, I was walking up the front steps of Stockton Elementary School and there was Trout. I was sure it was Trout. It had to be and my heart flipped over. He was standing at the top of the steps in front of the double green doors, looking around for me like he used to do every morning of the fifth grade. And my heart flipped over.
"So what's up?" he used to ask.
"Not much," I'd reply.
Then he'd throw his long arm around my shoulder and we'd go in the front door of school.
"Today I was thinking of pulling the fire alarm during sixth-grade lunch," he'd say. "Whaddya think?"
"Bad idea," I'd probably say, but I'd be laughing. I was happy almost every day that Trout was at Stockton Elementary, from the time he came until the end of fifth grade, and then I had to go to sixth grade without him.
I walked up to the top of the steps, hoping and hoping that I was right, but as I got closer to the boy I thought was Trout, I knew with a sinking feeling that it wasn't him at all. Just Billy Blister, who is as tall as Trout with soft blond hair, but with pimples and pink cheeks and no chin. And he is boring. Trout was never boring.
Long before Trout ever came to Stockton Elementary in Stockton, New Jersey, I'd been in trouble at school. I used to think I was an "amazing boy," like my mom said. "More or less perfect," my dad told his friends. I'd spend the days in play groups or at the petting zoo with my sister, Meg, or playing games at the park with my dad or at the circus with my mom or just hanging out kicking a ball on the blacktop behind our apartment, somet...
This Monday, my last week of sixth grade, I was walking up the front steps of Stockton Elementary School and there was Trout. I was sure it was Trout. It had to be and my heart flipped over. He was standing at the top of the steps in front of the double green doors, looking around for me like he used to do every morning of the fifth grade. And my heart flipped over.
"So what's up?" he used to ask.
"Not much," I'd reply.
Then he'd throw his long arm around my shoulder and we'd go in the front door of school.
"Today I was thinking of pulling the fire alarm during sixth-grade lunch," he'd say. "Whaddya think?"
"Bad idea," I'd probably say, but I'd be laughing. I was happy almost every day that Trout was at Stockton Elementary, from the time he came until the end of fifth grade, and then I had to go to sixth grade without him.
I walked up to the top of the steps, hoping and hoping that I was right, but as I got closer to the boy I thought was Trout, I knew with a sinking feeling that it wasn't him at all. Just Billy Blister, who is as tall as Trout with soft blond hair, but with pimples and pink cheeks and no chin. And he is boring. Trout was never boring.
Long before Trout ever came to Stockton Elementary in Stockton, New Jersey, I'd been in trouble at school. I used to think I was an "amazing boy," like my mom said. "More or less perfect," my dad told his friends. I'd spend the days in play groups or at the petting zoo with my sister, Meg, or playing games at the park with my dad or at the circus with my mom or just hanging out kicking a ball on the blacktop behind our apartment, somet...
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