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Skateboarders to the Rescue

Alison Reynolds

Copyright 2004 Alison Reynolds

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Skateboarders to the Rescue

Alison Reynolds


Chapter - 1 Hoozer the Loser

Chapter - 2 Groom and His Dumpsters

Chapter - 3 Bad Barry

Chapter - 4 And the Thief

Chapter - 5 Brayden Lane

Chapter - 6 Donuts

Chapter - 7 Skateboarders to the Rescue!

Chapter - 8 Hoozer the Cruiser

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Chapter 1

Hoozer The Looser

My name is NOT loser. It's Felix Hoozer. I'm eleven years old and in the top year of primary school. At my old school I ruled. Everyone was my friend. But not here.

Thanks to Mr Groom who loves his broom, the cleaner, I'm known as Hoozer the Loser.

Mr Groom saw me fall off my skateboard (a very rare event) and said 'loser' in a voice just loud enough for all the kids to hear. My new school stinks.

Mum was offered a fantastic new job as a consultant. So we - Mum, Dad, my sister Jessie, and me - all had to move to a new state. No one asked me how I felt. Just as well Mum's earning stacks of money now. Maybe she'll be able to bribe people to hang out with me. I'm serious. All the other kids have been together since kindergarten. They don't even try to get to know me.

Mum had this genius idea that we should get involved with the new school. So she made the whole family sell and eat chocolate night and day for some fund-raising thing for new computers. (My old school had plenty of computers.) Never again. I ended up getting a supernova pimple.

At least, Harold, my dog, doesn't think I'm a loser. The third day after nobody talked to me, I smuggled him into school so I would have someone to eat my peanut butter sandwiches with - and it would have worked too.

Except after I hid him under a pile of schoolbags in the store, he growled when Mr Groom marched past. Personally, I consider Harold showed good taste after what Mr Groom did to me.

Mr Groom (also known as Mr Grim) has never been seen to crack a smile. His ideal school would be one with no children in it so everything would be clean. He's really scary.

Mr Groom chased Harold out of the schoolyard with his cherished broom. Luckily, we live down the street from the school. Harold only needed to cross one road. Not that Mr Groom would care. If a car had flattened Harold, he would sweep him up and throw him into the dumpsters down by the computer room.

The dumpsters are his pride and joy. He has big signs - OUT OF BOUNDS. No one is allowed near them.

Everyone cheered Harold when he scampered away from Mr Groom, especially when Harold peed on the dumpsters. Just for a nanosecond, I impressed the entire school. That was until they realised that while Harold was in hiding, he slipped out a few lunches from people's schoolbags. He didn't chew any of the plastic lids of the lunch-boxes when he opened them.

He just ate any donuts he could find. Donuts are his weakness. He can ferret out a donut anywhere.

So here I am, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, formerly a cool dude but now ... well, a loser. And I'm reduced to playing with my eight-year-old sister, Jessie. Can life get any worse?

Chapter 2

Groom and His Dumpsters

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