The Rottenest Angel (2007)
““I know what Angel’s next plan is,” I said. “I know his next dirty trick.”
We were hanging out at the statue of I. B. Rotten, our school’s founder. I was sitting on Rotten’s head. Feenman and Crench were filling in his eyes with black markers.
“Give it a rest, Bernie,” Crench said. “You’re just gonna get us into more trouble. Angel is a good guy. Everyone likes him.”
“He’s fooling everyone,” I said. “Even you two guys.”
Feenman painted big, black nostrils on the statue’s nose. “I. B. Rotten is looking GOOD!” he said.
“Listen to me,” I said. “I’m gonna prove what a bad dude Angel is. He’s serving the soup in the Dining Hall tonight. So guess what he says to me? He says, ‘Bernie, I hate carrying that big soup pot around. I get so totally nervous. I hope I don’t spill any on you.’”
My two buddies stared at me. Feenman shrugged. “So?”
“Don’t you see what he was saying?” I cried. “He was getting me ready. Tonight at dinner he’s going to pretend to trip.
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