Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Chapter One
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Chapter Two
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Chapter Three
- Ten
- Eleven
- Chapter Four
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Chapter Five
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Chapter Six
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Chapter Seven
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Chapter Eight
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Chapter Nine
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Ten
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Chapter Eleven
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Chapter Twelve
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirteen
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Chapter Fifteen
- The Following Summer
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
The girls exploded into shocked giggles. Ali glanced up in time to see interstellar boy glare at them and at Tom, which Tom took as his cue to leave. “Whatever. You know where we are.” He ran off, the girls in hot pursuit. Ali returned to her book, happy she wasn’t part of the drama.
“Man, I hate that.” But interstellar boy didn’t sound mad. He sounded tired.
Ali understood his weary tone. One of the most important new school rules was: Always act like the popular kids. Whatever the popular kids did, Ali did. It was important not to make yourself a target, and if Ali knew anything after attending nine other schools, popular kids were never a target. Did interstellar boy not realize how much easier school would be if he just went along with what the popular kids wanted?
“They’re just being stupid,” said interstellar girl.
Interstellar boy was ready to change the topic. “Hey—I saw Alfie Sloane this morning.”
A stunned Ali let the book slip from her fingers. Was it true? Was Alfie Sloane here, in this building? Because if he was, everything was about to change.
Chapter One
How Fog Is Formed
There are many myths about the origins of fog. I prefer one of the Inuit myths myself. A man being chased by a bear swims across the river. When the bear arrives, he demands to know how the man has forged the river.
“I drank the river,” the man replies.
Anxious to catch his quarry, the bear drinks and drinks until he bursts and a fine mist of water fills the air, creating fog.
—PERCIVAL T. SLOANE,
A History of Fog in the Bay of Fundy (1932)
This is not true.
—Edward Andrew Sloane
(Teddy), age eleven, adventurer
Bears are not this dumb.
—Digger, age eleven, pirate
Your real name is NOT Digger.
You need to use your real name!
Avast, you son of an urchin-pocked coxswain!
Whatever, Richard.
Three
Ali had been positive she didn’t know anyone at Princess Elizabeth School, but now she knew that wasn’t true. Alfie was here. But how? Her mind swirled with questions: did Gigi know? Where did he live? It occurred to her that he might be living with his grandfather, who lived only a few blocks from Gigi. Not that she’d ever met Gigi’s son, Andrew Sloane. Or any other Sloanes, for that matter. All because of the Sloane Family Feud.
“Alfie Sloane?” asked interstellar girl.
“You know, the kid I told you about, the one I met in science camp last week. He’s the best. We like all the same stuff.”
“Oh. Right” was the glum response.
Interstellar boy didn’t seem to notice how unenthusiastic his friend was. “Guess what?”
“What?”