The Fifth Hero #1: The Race to Erase - Hardcover

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Doyle, Bill

 
9780593486375: The Fifth Hero #1: The Race to Erase
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0593486374 ISBN 13: 9780593486375
Verlag: Random House Books for Young Readers, 2023

Inhaltsangabe

CHOOSE YOUR PATH. CHANGE THE STORY. SAVE THE EARTH. From the creator of the interactive Escape This Book! series comes another adventure series about climate superheroes in which YOU get to help save the planet by choosing which story line you think is the right one!

The Calamity Corporation is determined to end life on Earth as we know it. The company has built hotels that orbit Earth and small cities on the moon and has plans to move the human population to Mars. The sinister corporation is determined to ruin Earth so that people have no choice but to leave it. 

Not so fast! Four kids who secretly possess the powers of land, air, sea, and creatures are about to change the course of history. These kids may not be the likeliest of heroes, but they are determined to stop Calamity Corporation from destroying Earth. And they have a secret weapon: a fifth hero. YOU! 

Throughout the book, there are three chances for you to help change the course of the story alongside our fearless team. Choose incorrectly and it's game over. But choose wisely and you might save the planet!

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Bill Doyle is the author of many books for kids, including the Escape This Book! series. He has also created games for Sesame Workshop, Warner Bros., and Nerf. Bill lives in New York City, and you can find out more about him at BillDoyleBooks.com.

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Chapter One


Vzzzt! Vzzt!

The timer on the handlebars buzzed, and Jarrett felt the unicycle lurch under his butt.

Uh-oh.

He could still make it to a transfer spot and switch to a new guzzler. But the nearest guzzler station was in the opposite direction, way back down the empty road. Besides, Lina’s mansion must be nearby--or at least Jarrett hoped so. He didn’t dare waste time checking his phone. He was dangerously close to being late for the Climate Club meeting and, more important, Lina’s party for her eleventh birthday.

The guzzler’s single tire started falling apart, like the tires always did after an hour of use. Bits of smoking rubber flew off, sizzling on the hot morning pavement. The burning smell made Jarrett’s eyes water.

Time for a shortcut. He’d have to guzzle through the woods, which terrified him, but maybe the patchy grass would be softer on the fragile tire. Before he could overthink it, he veered off the road and bounced onto what looked like an animal path through the trees. A passing branch poked his arm just as the silver line of a security scanner ran over his body. He guessed he must be on Lina’s property now.

Come on, guzzler, you can do it! he urged. Just a little bit farther to the mansion. You can make it!

Nope. No, it couldn’t.

The last strips of smoking rubber peeled off the rim, leaving scorch marks on the leaf-covered path. The guzzler’s metal wheel spun into the ground, like a giant pizza cutter, and got trapped between two rocks. The unicycle snapped back and then forward, shooting Jarrett over the handlebars and flipping him through the air.

Umph! Jarrett’s body hit the ground. Luckily, his backpack cushioned the blow. Or unluckily, actually. The birthday presents inside had smashed, and as the bag burst open, plastic packing peanuts exploded around him. Not good. He lay there for a second before clambering to his feet. Of course, Jarrett didn’t bother picking up the plastic peanuts as he resealed the backpack. He’d just leave them and the busted guzzler right where they were. Earth was old anyway, and other bits of garbage were already blowing among the trees nearby. What was a little more?

Hold on.

Those weren’t bits of garbage bouncing here and there. They were . . . chipmunks?

Jarrett froze. A frightened gasp squeaked through his clamped lips, like a balloon leaking a five-second pppptttt of air. The chipmunks might have thought the high-pitched sound was him trying to communicate. They tilted their heads, listening, all the while their little jaws chewing away.

What were they chewing on?

Jarrett struggled to remember. Were chipmunks omnivores? Did they eat plants and . . .

People?

No, that’s just silly, he told himself. Or was it? With so much wrong information out there, it was hard to know what was true anymore.

In a panic, Jarrett whipped around to get away and--ooof!--ran straight into a tree. He heard one of the chipmunks chittering like that was the funniest thing it had ever seen.

Jarrett brushed himself off, just in case a tree spider or another creepy bug had jumped on him. He hurried in what he hoped was the direction of the mansion. Above the treetops, birds swooped and shrieked. Were they vultures? And was that a moose (or a cow?) in the shadows back toward the road? And what was that smell?

This was why Jarrett was so glad he lived in a city like Oceanside. (Which, by the way, was nowhere near the ocean. A city planner had thought that name sounded better than Woodsy Flat Land.) In Oceanside he didn’t have to deal with all these weird smells and terrifying animals.

Kind of like the creature crouching on a low tree branch about twenty feet ahead. Wait a second! Was that a mountain lion waiting to pounce on him?

Jarrett jerked to a stop. He thought about screaming for help. He thought about running for his life. And finally he thought Ha! when the “mountain lion” said:

“Yoo-hoo!”

Phew. The shadows had played tricks on Jarrett’s eyes. It was just his best friend, Agnes, in a half crouch on the end of the branch. As always, her hair was spectacular. Long and black, with supertight curls that fell to the waist of her white denim overalls. She pinwheeled her arms to keep her balance.

“Agnes!” he warned, suddenly in a panic again.

“What’s wrong?” she said, mocking his urgent tone. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

“That branch!” he yelled. “It’s going to break!”

“Relax.” She smirked, bouncing on the branch. “How can you be in the Climate Club when you know so little about nature?”

“Um, you’re not exactly a nature expert yourself,” he shot back. “And you know why I’m in the Climate Club!”

“Yes, sure, to hang more with Malik and--”

Jarrett held up his hand to stop her from finishing. He was nervous enough already.

“Fine!” she cried dramatically. “But you’ve been missing out. Nature is like an amusement park, and this is just one of its rides!” With a wicked grin, she stood all the way up and bounced higher and lower. “Why would the tree have a branch if it wasn’t totally safe?”

Finally, the branch made a snapping sound but didn’t break. Instead, the end lowered to the ground. Agnes just stepped off, as if she’d planned all along for that to happen, leaving the bent branch dangling oddly behind her.

“See?” she asked smugly. “Let’s go. Lina said her security scan spotted you, so I came to find you. The rest of the Climate Club is over there.” When Jarrett started walking in the direction she’d pointed, Agnes got a look at his shorts. “Nice wardrobe choice. I heard grass stains are all the rage in Milan.”

He laughed--it was hard not to. Agnes was constantly giving him a hard time but always in a funny way. Besides, Jarrett couldn’t help it that he liked having the latest clothes. Today he was wearing lime-green shorts. The collar and sleeves of his red polo matched his shorts, and so did his backpack.

“Grass stains don’t come out of clothes, do they?” he asked, stopping to rub at the dark-green streaks on his shorts.

Agnes shrugged. “Probably not. Good thing clothes are disposable after one or two wears anyway.”

That didn’t ease his mind. “I like these shorts, that’s all.” After a pause, he added, “Lime green is kind of our favorite color.”

“Our? You mean you and . . . ?”

“Fine, yes, Malik,” he said, knowing he couldn’t avoid the subject forever, especially since Malik was going to be at the meeting today too.

“Malik’s great,” Agnes said, “but style is not really important to him.” She reached for Jarrett’s hand and pulled him along. “Being your friend is his thing, though, I know it.”

“I hope you’re right.” Jarrett’s feet crunched on leaves and twigs as they walked--it felt weird, like stepping on little bones or something. That was another reason why being inside was way better. “I’m glad you’re here, Aggie. I need the moral support.”

“No problem, I’ve got you.” Agnes let go of his hand to give his nose a playful boop with her finger. “I’ll also protect you from Lina’s rage for being late, Jar Jar.”

But...

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Verlag
Random House Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593486374
ISBN 13 
9780593486375
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Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
208
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