Justin Case: Shells, Smells, and the Horrible Flip-Flops of Doom (Justin Case, 2) - Hardcover

Vail, Rachel

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1250000815 ISBN 13: 9781250000811

Verlag: FEIWEL & FRIENDS, 2012

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Justin is going to start fourth grade—but first, he has to survive the summer. He "gets" to go to camp every day on a bus. He "gets" to experience all sorts of new things: Bugs. Mess hall food. Flip-flops (they hurt the space between his toes and they're hard to walk in). And (gulp!) swimming.

Justin's little sister, Elizabeth, seems to deal with camp just fine. So do his friends. Justin is trying very hard not to be a worried kid anymore, especially when it comes to making friends at camp, including a new kid who is kind of . . . rough. After all, Justin is going to be in fourth grade. It's time to be brave. Right?

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Rachel Vail is the author of numerous novels and picture books, including Justin Case: School, Drool, and Other Daily Disasters, Piggy Bunny, and Flabbersmashed About You. She lives in New York City with her husband and sons.

Matthew Cordell is the Caldecott award-winning author and illustrator of Wolf in the Snow, Trouble Gum, Another Brother, hello! hello!, and Wish. He has illustrated numerous books by renowned authors including Philip Stead (Special Delivery), Rachel Vail (the Justin Case series), and Gail Carson Levine (Forgive Me, I Meant to Do It: False Apology Poems). He lives with his family in Gurnee, Illinois.

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Justin Case

Shells, Smells, And The Horrible Flip-Flops Of Doom

By Rachel Vail, Matthew Cordell

Feiwel and Friends

Copyright © 2012 Rachel Vail
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-250-00081-1

Contents

Title Page, 
Copyright Notice, 
Dedication, 
Epigraph, 
Begin Reading, 
Praise, 
Copyright, 

CHAPTER 1

June 20, Sunday

Ahhhh.

Summer vacation started yesterday. That means for the next 79 days, including today, I have absolutely nothing to worry about.

Nothing to Worry About might be tied with gummy worms as my favorite thing ever.

I gave Dad gummy worms, a full half pound minus one or possibly two worms, for Father's Day. Nothing to Worry About is not a thing you could wrap even if you had excellent wrapping skills and a lot of tape. Gummy worms were challenging enough. Also I don't think Dad really worries anyway.

He seemed to like the gummy worms and didn't mind that they came from his own store. He probably shared just because he is nice, not to get rid of them.

But I have Nothing to Worry About all for myself, so even though I am not a father, it kind of felt like today was my day, too.

June 21, Monday

I used to be a worried kid. Back then, going barefoot would have given me a lot of thoughts like, What if I step on a rusty nail or a sharp piece of glass or dog doo, or what if that's not actually blades of grass under my bare feet but really hundreds of slithering snakes?

Today when I was barefoot, playing tag with my little sister Elizabeth, I mostly didn't think those kinds of thoughts very much at all.

It is much more relaxing to be this way.

Though dog doo would be so disgusting to step in with bare feet, I had to put my sneakers back on after a few minutes.

June 22, Tuesday

We pressed SEND on the Camp GoldenBrook sign-up page after I said "Yes, I am sure" about a thousand times.

I am sure.

At Science Camp, where I went last year and the year before, there's no pool and the only sport is tag. Which is optional, and also you do fun variations like Molecule Tag or Electron Tag. There is no Electron Tag at Camp GoldenBrook. There's Baseball and Basketball and Swim a Mile.

That is why Camp GoldenBrook is where all the runny-aroundy kids go. And none of the nice calm worried kids. I am not a worried kid anymore, but I am still not a runny-aroundy kid.

But I'm ready for Camp GoldenBrook. I am sure.

I would be more sure though if Mom and Dad would please stop saying, "Are you sure, Justin?"

June 23, Wednesday

My second-best friend, Noah, and his mom came with us to the town pool today. The problem with going to the town pool is that the moms want us out in the sun, but then they slather us with protection from it.

"If we could just stay inside, we'd be perfectly safe," Noah pointed out.

"What are we going to do with you guys?" Noah's mom asked us.

I didn't know the answer to that. So I just squinched up my eyes to keep the sunblock out of them and waited for Noah's mom to move on to a different subject.

"Can we go to the snack bar now?" Noah asked. He is good at changing the subject. Also at eating.

"If you take Elizabeth," Mom said, and gave me two dollars. "And put on your flip-flops."

We had to walk slowly to the snack bar because my feet are not used to flip-flops. The first time I wore them, this morning, I fell down, twice, on our deck. If I fall down at camp, it will be Very Bad. But Mom says I will get used to it. That is what she says about all the bad stuff, like cooked carrots and icy ocean water. And I never do. I am not somebody who gets used to it, which she should know by now. But she doesn't. I have to keep these flip-flops.

I like soft socks with lots of cushioning and no pinchiness or seams, and then my sneakers. My feet like to have some privacy. Flip-flops are barely even shoes, just bottoms and a pole to annoy the space between my big toes and the other guys. And too much air on my feet feels freaky, like I forgot to get all the way dressed.

On our way to there, Elizabeth told us about her plans for when she grows up. She is going to be an artist and a toll collector and a vegetarian.

"You don't like to eat meat?" Noah asked her.

"Yes, I do," she said.

"She thinks a vegetarian is an animal doctor," I explained.

"That's a veterinarian," Noah tried, even though I shook my head. I looked up at the whiteboard listing the snacks and wondered if anybody ever actually ordered a lime popsicle.

"No," Elizabeth said. "A veterinarian is somebody who fought in a war. That is why there's Veterinarian's Day."

"Don't even try," I warned Noah. "Trust me."

"I should know," Elizabeth said. "I am the one who is going to be a Vegetarian, not you."

"True," Noah said. "And a toll collector?"

"You stand in the booth and people give you money for nothing! And then I can use all that money to buy more animals to be the doctor of! Cherry popsicle, please."

"I'll have a rainbow popsicle, please," I told the teenager behind the counter.

"Don't worry about Camp GoldenBrook, Justin," Noah said to me. "You probably won't get badly hurt or beat up."

"Thanks, Noah," I said. "What's that smell?"

"Summer," Elizabeth said.

"And if it's terrible, maybe you could switch back to Science Camp," Noah told me, and then smiled up at the teenager. "May I have a lime popsicle, please?"

After we finished, Mom said Noah and I should get in the pool and swim already, but we couldn't. You have to wait half an hour after you eat something or you could drown because, possibly, you get too heavy or else something to do with cramps.

Noah is full of facts about ways you might die.

June 24, Thursday

Luckily it rained today so the plan for me to go to the town pool with Xavier Schwartz and his babysitter and my horrible flip-flops got canceled.

Xavier Schwartz has gone to Camp GoldenBrook since kindergarten.

He is practically king of the runny-aroundy kids and probably an excellent swimmer, too. He seems like somebody who would hold somebody's head underwater as a joke, even though that is Not Funny. Xavier Schwartz was my enemy until third grade, and maybe he still is, or maybe he's one of my best friends. He is the kind of friend who is a little scary and hard to decide about, like maybe that was a friendly hug he was giving me or maybe that is called beating me up. My muscles tighten whenever Xavier Schwartz comes near me.

Sometimes rain is just what a day needs.

June 25, Friday

It doesn't get dark out these days until practically bedtime. That makes it really hard to wind down.

I am sitting on my bottom bunk, still winded very up. I had to get a cup of water because I was desperately thirsty. Then unfortunately I had hiccups. Noah says the best way to get rid of hiccups is to swallow a teaspoon full of sugar.

Apparently in our family we don't do that.

When the hiccups finally went away, I had to go to the bathroom. I could not help that. While I was there, I noticed a mosquito bite that needed some stuff sprayed on it. I'm sorry if that is inconvenient for some people like Mom, who was very busy cleaning up from our day — for goodness' sake, Justin, enough already — but it was itching my arm off.

The most recent time that Dad said, Good night, Justin, it sounded more like, Good NIGHT, Justin.

So now I...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: FEIWEL & FRIENDS
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1250000815
• ISBN 13: 9781250000811
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Zeichner: Cordell Matthew
• Anzahl der Seiten: 179
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Feiwel and Friends; https://us.macmillan.com/publishers/feiwel-and-friends/; ; 120 Broadway; New York; NY; 10271; USA
• Verantwortliche Person: Nicht verfügbar