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Addison Addley and the Things That Aren't There

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96 pages
Addison Addley hates math. He hates public speaking too. Actually, he hates anything that involves work, but he only has a couple of weeks to write and memorize his grade five speech. The problem is, he can’t think of a single topic. When he finally comes up with an excellent idea for a speech, it almost writes itself, but it's his poor math skills that make speech day unforgettable.
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Addison Addley and the things that aren’t there
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Addison Addley and the things that aren’t there
Melody DeFields McMillan
Orca Book Publishers
Text copyright ©2008Melody DeFields McMillan
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
McMillan, Melody DeFields, 1956 Addison Addley and the Things that Aren’t There / written by Melody DeFields McMillan.
(Orca young readers) ISBN 9781551439495I. Title.II. Series.
PS8625.M54A64 2008jC813'.6C2007-906964-9
First published in the United States,2008Library of Congress Control Number:2007940947
Summary: Addison has to give a speech at school, but he’d rather be fishing or playing baseball than writing.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit. Typesetting by Bruce Collins Cover artwork by Peter Ferguson Author photo by Justin McMillan
Orca Book Publishers PO Box 5626, Stn. B Victoria, BC Canada V8R 6S4
Orca Book Publishers PO Box 468 Custer, WA USA 982400468
www.orcabook.com Printed and bound in Canada.
11 10 09 084321
To Taryn and Jusîn
Acknowledgments
hanks o my edîor, Sara Harvey, or a er ep.
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Chapter One
ï ae doîng speeces. ï ae doîng speeces more an ï ae beîng e skînnîes guy on e baseba eam. Jus because my name îs Addîson, everyone înks ï soud be smar or someîng. Maybe ey’re conus-îng me wî Edîson, e învenor o e îg bub. Maybe ey înk a my yeow aîr sends some sor o weîrd Vîamîn C energy o my braîn. ï don’ know.My name may be smar, bu ï’m sure no. No a scoo su, anyway. ï coud be, my eacer es me, î ï woud “appy” myse. Appy myse o wa? ï sounds îke ï need a gîan ube o gue. “Now, Addîson,” ï can ear er say, “î ony you woud appy yourse, you’d grasp racîons în no îme a a.”
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Now ï can înk o a o o îngs ï’d îke o grasp, îke maybe e conroer or my new vîdeo game or e ree o my od Isîng poe, bu racîons aren’ on e îs. Besîdes, wo woud wan o be an exper on racîons anyway? Tey’re useess excep or e odd sayîng îkeI’m halfway done my ice creamorIf I had half a brain, I’d be able to come up with a topic for my speech.Ta’s wa ï was înkîng abou on Saurday mornîng. ï ï ad a a braîn, ï’d be abe o come up wî some încredîbe îdea a woud sun a e oer kîds în my grade îve cass, ï oug. Heck, ï’d even see or a quarer o a braîn. ï’s no a ï don’ ave muc o a braîn. ï’s jus a ï coose no o wase my braîn on scoo su. Personay, ï înk ï’ve go more common sense an anybody ï know, excep or e guy a e gas saîon were ï buy my worms. He’s go o be prey smar o make peope pay or ose sîmy creaures. ï’d probaby make a grea worm seer. ï ï coud înk o a reay grea opîc, ï mîg be abe o jus make up e speec rîg wîe ï was sayîng î. No sense wasîng energy, ï od myse as ï brused my ee. Le me ge a sraîg. ï wasn’ reay brusîng em, jus gîvîng em a quîck scrape and
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en preendîng ey were cean. Someîmes ï jus e e waer run and en ï spî as oudy as ï can îno e sînk o make î sound îke ï’m brusîng em. ï aways pay or î a e nex rîp o e denîs oug. Tîngs ave a dîsgusîng way o cacîng up o you. ïn e back o my mînd ï knew ï soud be brusîng onger. Bu a’s were e oug usuay saysîn e very back o my mînd, were î beongs. Tîs was deînîey goîng o be a quîck-scrape day. ï spî one more îme and cosed my eyes, ryîng o orce a quarer o my braîn îno acîon. “Breakas!” Mom caed rom downsaîrs. Saved by e ye. Ta was enoug work or now anyway. Lîe dîd ï know a by e îme breakas was over, ï’d ave my încredîbe opîc. And ow was ï o know a, îke dîry ee, racîons ave a dîsgusîng way o cacîng up o you?
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