Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Copyright Page
YES, IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER CHRONICLE . . .
CHAPTER 1 - ALL BOOKS GREAT AND SMALL
CHAPTER 2 - UP, UP, AND . . . UP SOME MORE
CHAPTER 3 - “RUMBLE” REDUX (AND THEN BACK TO BUSINESS)
CHAPTER 4 - THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE THE WOODS
CHAPTER 5 - THE BEAR OF BAD TIDINGS
CHAPTER 6 - SHORTEST FIELD TRIP EVER
CHAPTER 7 - KEEPER NO MORE
CHAPTER 8 - GIRL IN THE HOOD
CHAPTER 9 - HOW THE COOKIES CRUMBLE
CHAPTER 10 - WHEN TROUBLE CALLS . . .
CHAPTER 11 - SOME DO FALL FAR FROM THE TREE . . .
CHAPTER 12 - DIAL SIR FOR VILLAIN
CHAPTER 13 - MISSION: REALLY HARD (SHOULD THEY CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT)
CHAPTER 14 - X MARKS THE SPOT
CHAPTER 15 - THE PROBLEM WITH PEBBLES
CHAPTER 16 - BIG TROUBLE BY THE LITTLE PUDDLE
CHAPTER 17 - SOME FISH DO NEED BICYCLES
CHAPTER 18 - BRING ON THE BAD GUYS . . .
CHAPTER 19 - THE LONG AND BITING ROAD
CHAPTER 20 - NO JUMPING IN THE POOL
CHAPTER 21 - GARDENING, BEATLES STYLE
CHAPTER 22 - THE WAY OF THE OCTOPUS
CHAPTER 23 - THE DNA SHUFFLE
CHAPTER 24 - A LOT TO CHEW ON
CHAPTER 25 - THERE’S TROUBLE—AND COFFEE—BREWING
CHAPTER 26 - INTO THE BIG, BAD HAYSTACK
CHAPTER 27 - OUT OF THE DRYING LAND AND INTO THE MIRE
CHAPTER 28 - PLASMA MAKES PERFECT
CHAPTER 29 - THE UNSINKABLE SIMON BLOOM
CHAPTER 30 - GREAT MILEAGE IN CITY OR DESERT
CHAPTER 31 - A CALL TO ARMS
CHAPTER 32 - GROWING UP IS HARD TO DO
CHAPTER 33 - THE ROAD TO YUCK
CHAPTER 34 - ON THE RUN . . .
AND NOW A WORD FROM MY KEEPER
CHAPTER 35 - WHEN RAIN FORESTS ATTACK
CHAPTER 36 - RAIN FOREST CRUNCH TIME
CHAPTER 37 - APES AND BUGS AND B TEAMS, OH MY!
CHAPTER 38 - THE FAILURE OF THE FISH
WHAT THEY DID THEN
CHAPTER 39 - ANOTHER INK COMING
CHAPTER 40 - DEFINITELY NOT THIRTY MINUTES OR LESS
CHAPTER 41 - IF THIS KEEPS UP, I’LL NEED A BIGGER APARTMENT
CHAPTER 42 - SOMETIMES NOTHING IS BETTER THAN SOMETHING
CHAPTER 43 - BRUTALITY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL
CHAPTER 44 - THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DUNKERHOOK DOWN
CHAPTER 45 - TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE
CHAPTER 46 - DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER . . . ESPECIALLY IF IT’S YOU
CHAPTER 47 - THE MORE IMMEDIATE FUTURE
PLANT MY FEET, INDEED
GLOSSARY FOR THE WORLD OF THE TEACHER’S EDITIONS
Acknowledgements
Whether you love to read or not, whether you like science or not, and whether you’re a boy or a girl, this book is for you . . . because everybody wishes they could fly.
This book is especially dedicated to my dear friend Alison, who believed in me even when I forgot to
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WHO’S WHO IN THE WORLD OF THE TEACHER’S EDITIONS
THE KNOWLEDGE UNION
It is a secret organization responsible for making sure the universe runs smoothly. Sometimes the members even succeed. Among them are:
BOARD OF ADMINISTRATION
Janathus Misht • Overseer of the Science Orders
Standrus Presst • Lead Examiner and Chief Executive of the Board
Madda Roobet • Chief Analyst of Keeper Affairs
THE COUNCIL OF SCIENCES
Ralfagon Wintrofline • Keeper of the Order of Physics
Gilio Skidowsa • Keeper of the Order of Biology
Olvero Lombaro • Keeper of the Order of Chemistry
Allobero Foreedaman • Keeper of the Order of Astronomy
Skyrena McSteiner • Keeper of the Math League
Solomonder Smithodrome • Keeper of the Order of Psychology
ORDER OF PHYSICS
Eldonna Pombina • Assistant to Ralfagon. Don’t forget your earplugs around her.
Simon Bloom (co-Keeper) • He’s a good person to name a book after.
Owen Walters • He controls direction and speed, but nothing’s as fast as how he talks.
Alysha Davis • The electricity she absorbs/discharges is almost as jolting as her attitude.
Loisana Belane • She shifts solids, liquids, and gases; useful with melted ice cream.
Willoughby Wanderby • He’ll spin you like a merry-go-round set to ultra-scary-fast.
Mermon Veenie • He’s big, he’s bad, and he throws a mean bolt of lightning.
Robertitus Charlsus • He’ll make the ground--and you--shake.
Myarina Myashah • Get on her bad side and it’ll be worse than seven years of bad luck.
ORDER OF BIOLOGY
Flangelo Squicconi • It’s a bird, it’s a plane . . . no, wait, it’s a bird.
Kender • He may look like a big bug, but it’s he that might squash you.
Targa • She’s basically a human espresso machine that also works in reverse.
Cassaro • He attacks with a cloud of fungus, which is just as disgusting as it sounds.
Grawley • Sure, he’s fuzzy, but his bear hugs could really ruin your day. Or your life.
Kushwindro • Jungles are filled with life, but he makes them try to end yours.
Preto • Part man, part fish .
. . all bad.
Kostaglos • Never get into a spitting contest with this venomous fellow.
Zillafer • She may be full of hot air, but her spikes make her nastier than any balloon.
Baharess • Trust me, her belch is worse than her bite.
Trurya • Now you see her, now you don’t . . . see anything!
Najolo • Alone he’s a noisy little ape; with hundreds of his friends he’s a party—a bad one.
Demara • You’d better have more than insect repellent if she sends her swarms after you.
Jaynu • Just because she glows doesn’t mean she’s very bright.
Cubec • He can find you wherever you go, but that’s about all he can do.
Branto • His control over hibernation even puts him to sleep.
ORDER OF CHEMISTRY
Krissantha • She can make you go to pieces. Literally.
LaCurru • Not your usual mad scientist-type; he’s madder.
HISTORICAL SOCIETY
Miss Fanstrom (Keeper) • Watches over history and the present (the hair and now).
Greygor Geryson • Narrator for Order of Physics (and this book); quite a snappy dresser.
Sirabetta • Her colorful tattoos are as pretty as a picture--a violent, deadly picture.
OUTSIDERS
Everybody who’s not in the Union. Yes, that includes you. And him. And her. Not sure about that one over there, though. . . .
YES, IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER CHRONICLE . . .
You know that universe you’re living in? It’s a pretty old place. Every religious group, philosopher, or scientist has a different explanation for when—and how—everything got started. But, at the very least, it’s clear the universe is no spring chicken.
After all that time, you’d think it would have learned to take care of itself. Unfortunately, that’s not true. The universe is a messy, danger-filled place in need of constant watching after, like an infant playing around electrical outlets, a busy road, or a gang of hungry alligators. That’s one of the reasons the Knowledge Union was formed. The members use the immensely powerful Books, each one allowing access to the secrets of the universe, so they can keep reality from winking out, or everything turning purple, or whatever other catastrophe might occur.
With the Union around, you’d think existence would be fine, right? Wrong! Accidents often happen in spite of—or even because of—their work.
My job in the Union is Narrator—I chronicle history as it unfolds. It used to be a dull job; I rarely got to watch any fun changes or exciting mistakes. Then, five months ago, Simon Bloom entered my Chronicle and prevented a disaster.
By finding and becoming Keeper of one of those incredible Books—the Teacher’s Edition of Physics—Simon gained control over all the laws of physics. Aided by his friends Owen and Alysha, he used the Book to stop the terrible Sirabetta from using her terrible powers in her terrible scheme to take over the universe. (Which would have been really bad.)
Pretty impressive for an eleven-year-old. I even helped in my own way; it was a great day for Narrators everywhere!
You’d think that would have been it. The Union should have gotten everything on track and put it all back in neat working order. Sure, Simon still had command of three physics laws, but his friends and he should have been able to return to their normal lives of friends, family, and school.
Only five months later, however, the universe we worked so hard to save was about to get in more trouble than ever. And Simon Bloom, now twelve years old, was going to find himself in an enormous amount of danger.
As before, it began on a Sunday. . . .
CHAPTER 1
ALL BOOKS GREAT AND SMALL
It was Sunday morning in the quiet town of Lawnville, New Jersey. The time was eleven o’clock, part of that long, getting-hungry stretch between breakfast and lunch.
Simon Bloom was spending it doing his favorite thing: reading. He’d loved it since he’d first learned how, and the ability to control a few laws of physics hadn’t changed that.
Of course, he could enjoy his powers, too. Simon was sitting above his bed . . . eight feet above. On the ceiling. His butt was firmly planted there as he sat, cross-legged, with his head hanging down toward his bed. He had used his control over the law of gravitation, changing it on himself so he was pulled up instead of down like everything else on the planet. For Simon, the ceiling was the ground. To him, the rest of his bedroom—his bed, his desk, his bookcases, the dirty laundry he’d not quite gotten around to tossing into the hamper—appeared to be on the ceiling.
He preferred to sit that way whenever his parents weren’t home and thus couldn’t walk in on him. This was often, since his mother, Sylvia Bloom, was working on a new advertising campaign that had her putting in long hours in her office. His father, Steven Bloom, was focused on his own lab work as an astrophysicist, studying gravitational relationships between certain star systems.
Now, Simon was deep into one of his favorite books, about children in the future training in zero-gravity for an alien war. One brilliant boy gets stuck with terrible responsibility and pressure, but he just wants to be a kid.
Simon was distracted from his reading by a twisting sensation inside his stomach and his head. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it made him feel something strange was happening. Something he should be prepared for.
He spoke a series of words that were complete gibberish to me; only a Keeper of the Book of Physics could understand them. Fortunately, Narrators can often read the surface thoughts of our Chronicle-subjects, so I knew he was using his second formula. This gave him control over friction, which he used to make the pages of his book stick in place: it worked much better than a bookmark. He then increased the book’s friction to make it adhere next to him on the ceiling. Now his hands were free, if needed.
Simon looked up (down, really) and frowned at a blurry patch forming in the air above (er, beneath) him. Something was making a hole in the middle of his bedroom.
The hole was accompanied by the jarring sound of air ripping. It was a noise Simon knew well; it was about as pleasant as taking a swarm of bees, teaching them how to use maracas and finger cymbals, and putting them inside your ears for a music recital.
Simon’s frown turned to a smile as he saw who his visitor was. The Teacher’s Edition of Physics appeared, bursting out of the hole like a jack-in-the-box. Though it looked like an ordinary textbook, it was far more. It was a Book: one of those links to the endless power of the universe. It was also a dear friend of Simon’s.
You see, Simon knew what every Keeper and Narrator did: the Books are more than just tomes filled with powerful formulas. They might not be alive, exactly, but they were aware. They could think. And, most importantly, they could act on their own. Simon Bloom found and was able to use the Book of Physics because it had chosen him.
“Hello, Book,” Simon said aloud. He tried to be calm, but his heart started beating faster. He hadn’t seen the Book on its own since it was returned to its previous owner, Ralfagon Wintrofline. Ralfagon, the Keeper and leader of the Order of Physics, was careful to keep the Book by his side.
“What are you doing here?” he asked it. “Is Ralfagon okay?”
The Book ignored his questions and floated over to him. Simon took hold of it in one hand (despite being the size of a huge textbook, the Book weighed about the same as a small paperback). He stroked its spine, and it glowed bright blue and vibrated in response. The scene was rather like a boy and his pet dog, although this dog was blue, hairless, rectangular, and could destroy the universe. Plus, it was house-trained.
You must get ready, Keeper, it said, using the mental link they’d developed.
“Ready for what?” If Simon’s heart was racing before, it was sprinting now.
Ready for the end of things as you know it. For the next stage. And all the dangers that will bring.
What? Simon thought back to it. What do you mean?
Once again, the Book ignored hi
s question. Make sure Owen Walters and Alysha Davis are prepared, too. It made a mental noise that was surely the Book version of a sigh. The end is coming. You must make sure there will be a new beginning.
The Book hovered silently for a moment more and then vanished with a noisy tearing of air and a poof. Simon stared with confusion and more than a little fear at the space the Book had been occupying. What had it meant? End? Next stage? Dangers? He remembered well the problems his friends and he had faced when he first found the Book. Some were a lot of fun, but some had been of the almost-certain-doom variety.
Simon glanced at his clock. Though it was upside down to him, the big, red digital numbers were easy to read. He was late!
I have to figure this out, Simon thought. But I’ve also got to go.
Simon stood up on the ceiling, bringing his head a few feet closer to his bed. He jumped, twisted in midair, and shifted his personal gravity back to normal. Suddenly the ground was his ground again. Simon landed feetfirst on his bed and bounced to the floor. After gathering a few items into his backpack, he went to his window.
He was halfway outside when he remembered the book he’d been reading; it was on the ceiling, still stuck by friction. With a snap of his fingers, Simon made the book drop down to his bed; it remained open to the right page.
Simon hopped outside his second-floor bedroom window, using his friction control to let him scramble up the side of his house like a much shorter, less-colorfully-dressed Spider-Man. He climbed onto the roof and glanced at the trees in his backyard. The beautiful autumn leaves were turning from lush green to vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. They also hid him from neighbors or passersby who might glance up.
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