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Bucking the Sarge (Readers Circle)


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“Just a minute, fellas. Hello?”

“Luther?” It was Sparky. He sounded like hed just run five miles. “Have you looked outside, bruh?” I could hear the wind howling behind him.

“Yeah, where you at?”

“Im on the phone outside Seven-Eleven. Its like a hurricane out here!”

“Then why dont you get inside? Are you coming over?” The 7-Eleven was only a couple of blocks away.

Sparky said, “Uh-uh. I need you to meet me behind Taco Bell.”

“You need what?”

“Seriously! This is my big chance, baby! Before this night is over Im going to be calling 1-800-SUE-EM-ALL. I finally got someone to sic the big D.O.G. on.” He started barking into the phone.

“Sparky, what are you talking about?”

“Ima put me a suit in on Taco Bell!”

“Oh, youre gonna do that old I-found-a-rat-in-my-burrito trick?”

Sparky said, “Please, they peeped out that scam a long time ago, they even do autopsies on the rat if you claim that happened. I got the bomb, baby! But Im gonna need your help.”


“Uh-uh, Luther, this is for real. I walked by Taco Bell and all them red tiles are lifting up off the roof and knocking the mess out of everything in the parking lot! One went clean through someones windshield!”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Which is why you gotta get down here.”

I said, “Why would I come out on a night like this to watch some roofing tiles crashing into cars . . .” Then I understood. “Now I get it, you want a witness that you got hit by one of those tiles, right?”

“Something like that, but I need a little more.”

“Im listening.”

“I really do need to get hit, and youre the only one I can trust to do it right.”

“Aw, no. That aint happening!”

“Come on, Luther, I already got one of the tiles set to do it. All you gotta do is kinda tap me in the head, then walk me into Taco Bell and have them call an ambulance.”


“Dont worry, bruh, you know when I get paid Ima break a little something off for you.”

“You must be kidding.”

“Luther, dont make me beg.”

“I cant do it, Sparky. Besides, youre cutting into my science fair project time. Plus I gotta put the Crew to bed, thats going to take at least half an hour.”

Sparky said, “If thats the best you can do, half an hour then, behind the Taco Bell.”


He said, “I just hope the wind hasnt died down by then, itll be on you if it has. Your half hour could be costing us a whole lotta benjamins, my brother.”

“Ill see you in half an hour, but this better be quick, Ima just whack you in the head, then I gotta bounce.”

Sparky didnt have to worry, by the time Id settled everyone down and started walking to Taco Bell the wind had even picked up some.

The stop sign on the corner was twisting back and forth in the wind, sounding like a rocket made out of tin cans and duct tape getting ready to blast off. The wind was hot in a way that made you want to close your eyes and tilt your head back and breathe real deep. Or maybe even howl.

Something from the roof of Taco Bell somersaulted through the air, then smashed into the parking lot. Sparky popped out from behind a Dumpster and ran toward me with a tile in his hand.

“Sparky,” I yelled, “this is insane, man, lets just go home.”

Sparky shook his head and said, “Come on, bruh, hurry up, this aint real easy for me, you know.”

I took the reddish-brown clay roofing tile from him. I was surprised how heavy it was. He leaned toward me, closed his eyes tight and showed his teeth.

“Come on, Luther, quit torturing me,” he whined, keeping his teeth clenched. “Do it!”

I shook my head and closed my eyes. I raised the tile about shoulder high, brought it down on his head and felt a little shimmy run up my arm. Sparky was still standing with his eyes squinched shut.

He looked at me. “Thats it?” He brought his hand up, rubbed at the spot where Id hit him and said, “Man, you gotta be kidding, dont forget this things supposed to have blowed off a roof, you really gotta knock the snot outta me, bruh.”

I dropped the tile. “This aint me, you gotta get someone else.”

Sparky looked hurt. “What? You supposed to be my boy, who else can I trust?”

He picked the tile back up and reached it toward me again. “Remember what we used to say, ‘Well have each others backs from womb to tomb, youll be my boy from birth to earth.”

What could I say? He was right, we had said that. I took the tile again. It mustve weighed ten pounds.

The wind was really starting to get serious. The stop sign had stopped shaking and was now whistling and going back and forth like one of those piano metronome things. Two more tiles jumped off the roof and exploded in the parking lot.

“All right, fool, bend your head over.”

I closed my eyes, raised the tile over my head and let it drop on Sparkys skull. Again my arm shimmied. When I opened my eyes Sparky was looking at me the way youd look at a kid who brought home all Ds on his report card.

He said, “Man, all youre doing is giving me a headache! Swing that tile, brother! I bet if I went and got your crusty old mother she wouldnt have no troubles lighting me up.”

If only he knew. The Sarge wouldve paid big cash to take my place right now. Sparky isnt one of her favorite people. She wouldve hit him so hard it wouldve knocked his head clean off. I laughed. “Leave my mother out of this.”

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Curtis, Christopher Paul
Laurel Leaf Library
Children's 9-12 - Fiction - General
Humorous Stories
Business enterprises
Social Issues - General
African Americans
Situations / General
Children s Young Adult-Social Issue Fiction-General
Children s Young Adult-Social Issue Fiction
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Mass market paperback
Readers Circle
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from 7
7.22x3.93x.77 in. .35 lbs.
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