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Tangled Up in Luck (Volume 1) (The Tangled Mysteries) - Hardcover

Buch 1 von 3: The Tangled Mysteries

Wyatt, Merrill

 
9781534495791: Tangled Up in Luck (Volume 1) (The Tangled Mysteries)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 1534495797 ISBN 13: 9781534495791
Verlag: Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2021

Inhaltsangabe

“A sweet, heart-squeezing story!” — Jaleigh Johnson, New York Times bestselling author of The Mark of the Dragonfly

When seventh grade enemies research a missing set of jewels for a class project, they realize that the answers to the unsolved case might be much closer to home than they thought in this fun-filled mystery “as satisfying as hot soup on a cold day” (Kirkus Reviews, starred review).

If you told Sloane Osburn and Amelia Miller-Poe that they’d be hiding in their town cemetery from an evil mastermind, they would have been hard-pressed to believe you. If you also told them that person was intent on beating them to a cache of long-lost jewels using nothing more than a slingshot and wicked aim, they’d have been sure you got your facts wrong. Finally, if you told them they’d be doing all of this as friends…well, they would have been sure you needed medical attention.

Whether through serendipity (really, really good luck) or zemblanity (really, really bad luck), someone tricked their teacher into using their seventh-grade class to investigate the mystery of their town’s long-missing treasure. From there, things have escalated. Quickly. Now, the girls are stuck hiding behind a gravestone, dodging acorns (who knew acorns could be so threatening?), and just a few clues short of those jewels.

It’s up to these enemies-turned-partners to uncover centuries-old clues to find the treasure at the end of this book before the mysterious person on their trail can get to it first…

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Merrill Wyatt lives in Toledo, Ohio, with her husband, daughter, three cats, and a slightly surly guinea pig. She spent far too much of her childhood wandering around cemeteries and old Victorian homes. A middle school technology teacher, she is doll-phobic, donut-obsessed, and owns too many pairs of shoes.

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Chapter 1: An Unlucky Beginning 1 AN UNLUCKY BEGINNING
Exactly One Week Ago

It all began the Friday before, which should have been a lucky time of year. It was only two weeks until summer break. Plus, that was the day of the seventh grade’s annual trip to Principal Stuckey’s farm. The teachers called it “Outdoor Education” and enthused about all of the biodiversity and local history their students would be able to study. However, in reality, everyone knew it was just an excuse to get out of the classroom. Whether students or teachers, everyone was exhausted from all the spring testing required to prove they’d learned something that year. Outdoor Education was the reward for not dropping dead during it.

Speaking of dropping dead, that was exactly what Amelia Miller-Poe pretended to do after she accidentally tripped getting off the bus. Well, maybe accidentally. With Amelia, you never knew. It could have been on purpose.

Anyone else would have had the sense to creep away in humiliation. Or else play it up for laughs, if they were brave enough.

Not Amelia.

“I’ve fallen!” she gasped, clutching at her throat as she collapsed onto the ground. “I think I’ve broken my neck!”

Eyes closed, curly red hair spread out across the grass, she lay there as though dead. The other kids piled up on the school bus steps, unable to get out without stepping on her. They giggled nervously, trying to figure out what they should do.

Having already gotten off the bus, Sloane stood awkwardly off to the side. Her first instinct was to go help the girl. But if she did that, Amelia would probably attach herself to Sloane for the rest of the field trip. Then Sloane might as well join the girl on the ground and let all of the seventh grade laugh at them. Hanging out with Amelia was guaranteed social death.

“What’s wrong with you people?” bellowed a girl with a big bow in her high ponytail as she elbowed her way to the bus door. Mackenzie “Mac Attack” Snyder, Sloane’s volleyball teammate and friend. Spotting Amelia on the ground, her outrage turned to a sneer. “Oh. Em. Gee. Someone killed the yeti.”

On the ground, Amelia quivered at the mention of the nickname. All of the other kids snickered as Mackenzie sprung from the bus step to jump over Amelia. She landed neatly on the other side and flounced off, snapping, “C’mon, Sloane!” The rest of the kids followed her lead, narrowly missing Amelia’s legs with their sneakers. The bus driver yelled at them to stop and be careful, but no one listened.

Sloane didn’t follow Mackenzie. Instead, she tugged at her own ponytail, hearing her mom whisper in her ear, “C’mon, Slayer Sloane. That could have been me when I was in seventh grade. If you can spike a ball to win the state volleyball tournament, you can give her a hand up.” Of course, her mom wasn’t really there. Wouldn’t be anywhere ever again. Yet Sloane knew her mom so well, she knew exactly what her mom would have said.

So, she dove forward and yanked Amelia up off the ground. “Would you just stop? Don’t act weird today, and maybe people will actually quit calling you a yeti!”

Her words came out way more harshly than Sloane had intended. In her mind, she could feel her imaginary mom wince. Sloane really had wanted to be kind. But when she got stressed, she also became pretty intense.

Amelia pulled herself free. Unlike all of the other kids in their jeans and hoodies, she wore a jean jacket and white satin dress that had to be somebody’s old communion dress or flower girl costume. “It doesn’t matter what I do. No one here is ever going to call me a slayer.”

With that, Amelia marched off. Sloane watched her go, feeling a combination of relief, frustration, and guilt.

Lots and lots of guilt, actually.

Sloane tugged again at her ponytail. Unlike Mackenzie, she didn’t keep a bow in hers. Also, unlike Mackenzie, Sloane spent a lot of time worrying that people might be able to read her mind.

Everyone thought she was scary-focused. And Sloane was.

But only because she was constantly on alert, afraid the other kids would finally figure out what a nerd she really was. Not the good kind of nerd, either. An Amelia kind of nerd.

Not today, however. No, today was all about relaxing. Every year, Principal Stuckey let the classes explore the woods, streams, and meadows of her farm. The students would collect samples of leaves and bugs. Then they’d learn about the first European settlers arriving in the area and the Native Americans who had been minding their own business and having a perfectly lovely time up until then.

That was what their teachers had planned, at least. None of the students cared too much about what they learned as they roamed over the new spring grass and under the freshly budding trees. Everyone just savored the fact that the spring weather had finally arrived, over a month late. That the rules and structure of school were tossed aside like the last of the winter’s snow. While they collected flora and fauna samples and—

“AUGH! A bee! I’ve been stung by a bee!” Once more, Amelia collapsed to the ground. “I might be allergic! I could be dying! I feel my throat swelling—”

Before Amelia could continue, one of Sloane’s other teammates/friends named Mylie held up a stick. “It was just this poking your ankle.”

Crossing her arms, Amelia scowled and harrumphed. She clearly liked her explanation better. Because a little while later…

“Look! It’s deadly nightshade! And I’ve touched it! I’m dying!”

This time it was their science teacher, Mrs. Lemons, who explained that no, that was a purple violet; deadly nightshade didn’t grow around here—you couldn’t die just from touching it, and violets looked nothing like nightshade anyhow.

“No one has any imagination,” Amelia complained.

“No one has a yeti’s imagination.” Mylie’s best friend, Kylee, laughed, looking to Mackenzie for approval.

When Mac laughed too, everyone except for Sloane joined in as well. Sloane’s imaginary mom crossed her arms in disapproval at the other kids.

Amelia went as bright red as her hair and stomped off.

Sloane again tugged anxiously at her ponytail. Realizing it, she yanked her hand away and stuck her nose up in the air. Maybe if she acted bored, everyone would follow her lead and pretend to be bored too.

Maybe if she acted bored enough, everyone would stop calling Amelia a yeti.

Maybe it would be like Sloane had never come up with the name for her in the first place. In her mind, Sloane’s mom gave her a hug. Sloane touched her own arm, wishing she could feel it for real.

The whole class hiked their way over fallen logs and through tangled vines to reach the middle of Principal Stuckey’s woods. A swampy stream flowed sluggishly between the trees. Wearing a pair of leather waders, Mrs. Lemons stood in the chilly water, waiting to show them some crayfish she’d caught. However, as she opened her mouth to begin the lesson, Amelia spoke up.

“This would be the perfect setting for a murder mystery,” she observed breathlessly. Clasping her hands together, she looked out over the glassy sheet of water with shining...

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Verlag
Margaret K. McElderry Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2021
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1534495797
ISBN 13 
9781534495791
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
256
Kontakt zum Hersteller
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Verantwortliche Person
Simon and Schuster Netherlands BV, GPSR Europäische Union
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