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Welcome David Lubar—the newest author to join Weekly Writer. Lubar has published 13 books, including the brand new My Rotten Life (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie) as well as Hidden Talents, and Invasion of the Road Weenies. During his career, Lubar has also designed and programmed video games and written jokes for magazines. He much prefers what he is doing now—writing scary books and helping YOU create a story.
"Breakfast is on the counter," Troy's mom said as she ran past his bedroom. "I'm late. Bye." She blew him a kiss and dashed down the hall. "Bye." Troy got dressed, and then went downstairs, wondering what sort of cereal his mother had picked up. "Super Puffy Wheat Wonders," Troy said, reading the front of the box. Under that, in big red letters, he saw "Model Race Car Inside. Collect All Seven." Troy got a large bowl and dumped out enough cereal so he could reach the car. The small, hard puffs clinked against the bowl like pieces of gravel. "Vroom," he said, rolling the car along the table. "Boring," he added, reaching for the milk. He filled the bowl to the top. As Troy finished pouring, he noticed a sentence at the bottom of the box: "Caution: Read Warning on Back!" Warning? Troy turned the box around. 1
On the other side of the box, the message read: "Warning: The toy included inside this box is very dangerous. Do not feed it or dance with it. And most of all, NEVER get it wet."
"Why in the heck would I feed a car?" Troy wondered as he trudged to the table to finish the rest of his homework from last night. But all he could think about were the words on the box, "Do not feed it."
Suddenly, he stared up at the clock. He was late! He threw his backpack onto his back—leaving his homework behind.
All the way to school, Troy thought about the box. He couldn't wait to tell his best friend Bob about the box in homeroom. Finally, he got to school and rushed into the room.
"Troy, where were you 10 seconds ago when the bell rang?" Mrs. Smith yelled.
"Ugghh … late bus?" he spluttered.
"Troy, you have been at this school for six years and you use the same excuse every time so let me clear my throat to say it again," she said. "OK, WE DON'T HAVE BUSES!"
Troy jumped into the seat next to Bob.
"Hey, Bob, today there was a car in my cereal and there was a warning on the side saying—"
"Can you two quit talking for maybe, THE REST OF THE DAY?!" Mrs. Smith scolded.
"Sorry," they replied together.
"Tell me at lunch," Bob whispered.
During lunch, Troy told Bob everything that happened, but he didn't believe it.
"There is no way that's true!" Bob exclaimed
"Keep it down, will you?" Troy whispered. "I don't want every kid in the school to know this!"
When Troy got home ... 2
...his car was in the kitchen sink, where his mom was washing the dishes. Troy looked at the car in horror, for it seemed to have had a face painted on the front.
He picked up the car and took it to his room. The car was covered in debris from that morning's cereal. Troy tried to pick it up, but he pinched his finger on the door.
"Did this car just bite me?" wondered Troy.
Suddenly, the car jumped off his bed and roared out the door.3
The car zoomed down the hall! Troy was surprised.
"I can't believe it," he mumbled in shock.
The car grumbled. The lights went on. Troy was scared.4
1. David Lubar
2. Sam L., Grade 6
3. Joey P., Grade 7
4. Emily T., Grade 6
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