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Informationen zum Autor Bruce Coville Klappentext Duncan Dougal needs to find out which of the four new teachers in his school is an alien. Leseprobe My Teacher Fried My Brains CHAPTER ONE First Day Blues I was standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, when I looked up and saw a horrible green face in the mirror. “Hey, Duncan,” rasped a voice from behind me, “what time is it?” A wave of terror washed over me. “Go away!” I yelled, spattering toothpaste foam across the mirror. “Wrong answer!” shouted the face. “It’s not go-away time, it’s bopping time!” A strong arm wrapped around my neck. “Help!” I screamed. “Aliens!” But even as I was screaming, I saw in the mirror that the arm holding me was a strong human arm. “Patrick!” I shouted, mad now instead of terrified. “Come on, Patrick, cut it ow!” I said “OW!” instead of “out” because Patrick had just landed a major noogie on my skull. I would tell you why my big brother was beating on me if I could, but I can’t, because I don’t know. He just does that sometimes. I do it to other people. You know how it is: you get upset, things build up inside you, and suddenly you BOP! someone. Or maybe you don’t. But that’s how things work in our family. Patrick gave me another noogie. “You creep!” I screamed, trying to wriggle out of his grip. “Get out of here!” “Quiet up there!” shouted our father. I would have yelled for him to make Patrick leave me alone, but it wouldn’t do any good. Dad’s theory is that life is rough, and I might as well get used to it. That may be true, but I’ve noticed that when I hit kids in school none of the teachers say, “Why, Duncan, what a good lesson you’ve just given little Jimmy in the fact that life is rough.” What they usually say is, “Look, you little jerk, I’ve had about enough of your antics. One more stunt like that and you’re heading straight to the principal’s office!” Or if they’re feeling particularly nice they might say, “Now, Duncan, that’s not how we solve our problems, is it?” It is in our family. What planet are these teachers from? “What planet are they from?”—a good question, considering what had been going on around our town. See, things had been pretty tense in Kennituck Falls since last spring, when this alien named Broxholm kidnapped weird Peter Thompson and took him off into space. Even though Broxholm was gone, people were still frightened—as if they thought there were aliens still lurking around, waiting to grab people. With the grown-ups that scared, you can be sure kids around here had about the worst summer ever, mostly because parents were afraid to let their little darlings out of the house. It seemed like the town motto was, “I don’t want you disappearing like that Peter Thompson.” (Well, my parents didn’t say that. But most of the others did.) I bet a hundred years from now people in this town will still be telling their kids that if they don’t behave an alien boogey man will get them. To make things worse, Peter Thompson’s father—who didn’t really give a poop about Peter when he was here—had decided that he really missed his son. Mr. Thompson had come up to me in the park one day. “You know where he is, don’t you?” he said. “You know where they took my boy.” I had stared at him for a moment. Mr. Thompson was skinnier than he used to be, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Then I remembered what Peter had said when he let me stay in his house to hide from the alien: “Don’t worry about my father. He won’t mind. He won’t even know!” It had been true. Mr. Thompson was almost never there, and when he was, he didn’t pay any attention to Peter at ...
