CHAPTER 3

Estelle

BUURRRRPPPPPP!!! That was my phone. I programmed it to make a custom-made burping sound. It was usually right next to me on my bedside table, but last night I fell asleep downstairs in front of the TV.

BUURRRRPPPPPP!!! I must have left it in the kitchen while I was making myself a late-night meatball sandwich.

I looked at the clock on the cable box and . . . you gotta be kiddin’ me?! It was seven thirty in the morning. Why would anybody be texting me this early on a Friday morning . . . in the summer! Still, the burping sound was pretty cool. It sounded like somebody had taken a giant swig from a Biggie Coke and . . . I knew I had to get into the kitchen before—

“Cedric James King! Get in here now!!”

Too late. Estelle just three-named me. Two names, not so bad . . . three names, nothing but trouble.

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