No Rules: A Friday Barnes Mystery - Hardcover

Spratt, R. A.

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1626726396 ISBN 13: 9781626726390

Verlag: ROARING BROOK PR, 2017

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“A must-have series for middle-grade readers.” ―Booklist

No Rules, the fourth book of R.A. Spratt's hilarious Friday Barnes Mystery series, brings even more trouble for this genius girl detective.

Friday Barnes has been deported to Switzerland . . . but we need her back!

With their go-to detective gone, Highcrest Academy has descended into chaos. Someone's fired all the teachers as an epic prank, and suspicion falls on Ian Wainscott, Friday's nemesis (who's also desperately in love with her). There's also the problem of the new vice principal and his questionable behavior. It's hard to take someone seriously when he's wearing tie-dyed shirts, right?

Can Friday prove Ian's innocence, find the prankster, and save her school? If it involves running, then probably not, but otherwise . . . Friday's on the case!

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

R.A. Spratt is an award-winning author and television writer. Her Nanny Piggins series went into nine best selling volumes in Australia. She lives in Bowral, Australia with her husband, two daughters and a puppy called Henry. Like Friday Barnes, R.A. enjoys wearing a silly hat.

Phil Gosier is an independent art director and designer working in the Washington, D.C. area. His illustration and design clients include Kellogg's, the Discovery Channel, Marvel and DC Comics, and Macmillan, where he illustrates the Friday Barnes Mystery series as well as his own picture books, including Snow Beast Comes to Play. He graduated from the University of Maryland and lives in suburban Maryland with his family.

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No Rules: A Friday Barnes Mystery

By R. A. Spratt, Phil Gosier

Roaring Brook Press

Copyright © 2016 R. A. Spratt
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-62672-639-0

Contents

Title Page, 
Copyright Notice, 
Dedication, 
Chapter 1: Where We Left Off, 
Chapter 2: Lounging in Transit, 
Chapter 3: The Case of the Stolen Necklace, 
Chapter 4: The Return, 
Chapter 5: In Town, 
Chapter 6: The Bitter Farewell, 
Chapter 7: Dullness Ensues, 
Chapter 8: The New Regime, 
Chapter 9: The Case of the Missing Math Textbooks, 
Chapter 10: The Case of the Wet Boy, 
Chapter 11: In Trouble Again, 
Chapter 12: Ian's New School, 
Chapter 13: Something in the Stroganoff, 
Chapter 14: A Conspiracy, 
Chapter 15: In the Room, 
Chapter 16: The Case of the Missing Furniture, 
Chapter 17: The Secrets of the Furniture, 
Chapter 18: The Case of the Colored Eyes, 
Chapter 19: A Touch of Orwell, 
Chapter 20: The Spinal Injury, 
Chapter 21: The Cross-Country, 
Chapter 22: Actually Having to Run, 
Chapter 23: Where Am I?, 
Chapter 24: What Happened?, 
Chapter 25: The Chase, 
Chapter 26: Resolution, 
Also by R. A. Spratt, 
About the Author and Illustrator, 
Copyright, 

CHAPTER 1

Where We Left Off

Friday was in a good mood as she entered the dining hall at Highcrest Academy with the Headmaster, her best friend, Melanie Pelly, and Ian Wainscott, the most handsome boy in school. The Headmaster had promised Friday an extra serving of dessert for helping Highcrest avert their latest near disaster. An impostor had impersonated a member of the Norwegian royal family and gone on a school-wide theft spree.

But Friday and her friends would never get to eat that ice cream.

As they walked in, Friday's Uncle Bernie was there waiting for her, and with him were a man and a woman wearing dark gray suits and sunglasses.

"Who are they?" asked the Headmaster.

"The big scruffy man in the creased suit is my Uncle Bernie," said Friday.

"Perhaps soon to be Ian's stepdad," added Melanie. (Love had blossomed between Uncle Bernie and Mrs. Wainscott when he helped her find some diamonds and she helped him stitch up a dog bite on his rear.)

"He is not!" said Ian.

"And the other two," said Friday, "given their suits with a high polyester count and ostentatious wearing of sunglasses, I deduce are some sort of government officials."

"Friday!" exclaimed Uncle Bernie as soon as he saw her. "I'm so sorry. There's nothing I can do."

"About what?" she asked.

The woman pulled an identification card from her pocket. "I'm Agent Torres from the Department of Immigration. Are you Friday Barnes?"

"Yes, that's me," said Friday.

"Then you'll have to come with us," said Agent Torres.

"Why?" asked Friday.

"You're being deported," said Uncle Bernie.

"Hang on, I'm headmaster here, I'm responsible for this child," said the Headmaster, stepping forward.

"All the paperwork is in order," said Agent Torres. The other agent handed a sheaf of paperwork to the Headmaster. He started flicking through it.

"On what grounds can you deport her?" asked the Headmaster. "She hasn't committed a crime. Well ... not one that's been proven, anyway."

"We're deporting her because she's not a citizen," said Agent Torres.

"Yes, I am," said Friday.

"Is it true you were born in Switzerland?" asked Agent Torres.

"Well, yes," conceded Friday.

"And you have never applied for citizenship or even a green card," said the agent.

"I was a baby," said Friday. "I assumed that was all sorted out when my parents brought me home ... Oh no, my parents! They never filled in the paperwork, did they?"

"No, they didn't," said Uncle Bernie. "If I'd known about it sooner, I could have done something."

"The Department of Immigration has been writing to them, phoning them, and even visiting them repeatedly over the years," said Agent Torres. "They have ignored all our correspondence. Dr. Evangeline Barnes and Dr. Rupert Barnes are no longer residents of the country. You are a Swiss citizen who has been illegally residing in this country for twelve years. You will be deported today."

"But ..." protested Friday.

"If you want to appeal the decision," said Agent Torres, "you'll have to take it up with our embassy in Geneva."

"But wait until Wednesday," advised Melanie. "We've got PE on Tuesday and we're playing dodgeball. You'll want to miss that."

The agents grabbed Friday by an elbow each and started leading her away. Friday got one last glance at her friends before she was ushered out the door.

Melanie turned to the Headmaster. "She will be back, won't she?"

"I hope so," said the Headmaster, rubbing his head in anticipation of the headache he knew he was about to get. "It's hard enough running this school. Who's going to figure out all the weird hijinks that go on if Friday isn't here?"

"I'm sure it will all be sorted out in just a couple of days," said Uncle Bernie.

CHAPTER 2

Lounging in Transit

Friday Barnes had been living in the departure lounge at Zurich Airport for three weeks. This was actually nowhere near as unpleasant as it sounds. Usually people loathe spending time in an airport because they are anxiously awaiting a flight that has probably been delayed, and they have an inherent phobia of flying.

But Friday had taken up residence. Technically, she wasn't a citizen of anywhere. The Swiss authorities would not let her through border control, so she was stuck. Friday couldn't go home because she didn't have a passport or visa. And she couldn't leave the airport and go into Zurich because the Swiss government didn't acknowledge her citizenship.

Again, this sounds like a deeply unpleasant limbo to a normal person, but Friday was far from normal. She was having a very pleasant time. She was able to earn a nice living by acting as a translator for confused travelers. She got plenty to eat in the first-class lounges run by the different airlines, because they would each exchange access to their lounge for her translating services, or get her to fix their computers. She even received letters care of Mr. Tanaka at the airport's sushi bar, so Melanie was able to write to her.

Dear Friday,

I wish you would hurry up and get yourself reimported home. School is not the same without you. In biology this morning Mr. Poshoglian actually asked me a question. He would never do that if you were here. He is normally so busy avoiding eye contact with you that he never notices me.

Ian misses you. Of course, you can't tell from anything he says or does, but it's true. I think he's up to something. It's a shame you're not here to nip it in the bud before he gets himself into trouble.

I've got to go. I can barely keep my eyes open. I don't know how people in the olden days coped with letter writing. Handwriting is exhausting.

Bye for now, Melanie xxoo

And unlike Highcrest Academy, the departure lounge had free Internet access, so Friday was able to keep in touch with her Uncle Bernie, who was doing all he could to get the embassy to take action. Friday was video chatting with him.

"You'd think the child of a Nobel laureate would have an easier time getting a passport," grumbled Uncle Bernie. "But the hard part was getting someone from the embassy to make the three-hour drive from Geneva to Zurich Airport to sort it all out."

"Gasoline is expensive," said Friday...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: ROARING BROOK PR
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2017
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1626726396
• ISBN 13: 9781626726390
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Zeichner: Gosier Phil
• Anzahl der Seiten: 272
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