Читать книгу I am so over being a Loser - Jim Smith - Страница 8

One of the bad things about skateboarding to school is that you get there really fast, which isn’t good when you’re famous for having a famous mum.

‘Here he comes, ladies and gentlemen!’ shouted Darren Darrenofski as me and Bunky glided through the school gates, and he ran up and poured Cherry Fronkle on the floor in front of me. ‘A red carpet for our unspecial guest!’ he said, doing a wink and wiggling his bum like my mum in her adverts.

I flipped my board up and tiptoed through the Fronkle, wondering if Snailypoos would like a cherry flavour puddle.

‘What do you think of the new craze sweeping the school?’ said Anton Mildew, holding a banana microphone up to my face.

Anton has been holding bananas up to people’s faces and asking annoying questions ever since he started his newspaper, The Daily Poo.

‘What craze?’ said Bunky, sticking his nose in and waggling it about.

‘The Mrs Loser Wiggle!’ said Anton, and he danced around with his bum wiggling, sticking his tongue out and winking all at the same time.

‘Yeah, give us a wink, Loser!’ said Gaspar Pink, who was standing behind Anton with his camera.

I watched them with my mouth shut and my eyes open and my bum completely still.

‘Nice helmet, Barold!’ said Gordon Smugly, walking past and bonking me on the head so hard my legs did a wobble and one of my helmet straps flicked me in the eye and made me blink.

‘Perfectamondo!’ smiled Gaspar, and his camera flashed in my face.