Mom's "Take a Robot to School Day" idea is so super nutty, she couldn't even say it out loud in front of Genna Zagoren, a girl in my class who has a peanuts allergy, which is why my best buddy, Trip, can never eat his lunch at Genna's table. More about Trip later, too. Promise.
Anyhow, it's time to begins Mom's big, super-important experiment: me and a walking, talking trash can going to school. TOGETHER.
"Just pretend he's your brother" is what my mom says.
"I don't have a brother"
"You do now"
Can you believe this? I can't.
As for the robot I don't think he's really going to blend in with the other kids in my class except, maybe, on Halloween.
He's already wearing his costume.
"Good morning, Samuel," E says when we're out the front door and on our way up the block to the bus stop. "Lovely weather for matriculating"
"Huh?"
"To matriculate. To enroll or be enrolled in an institution of learning, especially a college or university."
I duck my head and hope nobody can tell its me walking beside Robo-nerd.
" We're not going to college," I mumble. "It's just school."
Excellent. Fabulous. Peachy.
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A house of robots
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