Cheerleaders of Doom (NERDS Book Three) , livre ebook

BY MICHAEL BUCKLEY
The Sisters Grimm
Book One: The Fairy-Tale Detectives Book Two: The Unusual Suspects Book Three: The Problem Child Book Four: Once Upon a Crime Book Five: Magic and Other Misdemeanors Book Six: Tales from the Hood Book Seven: The Everafter War Book Eight: The Inside Story Book Nine: The Council of Mirrors A Very Grimm Guide
NERDS
Book One: National Espionage, Rescue, and Defense Society Book Two: M Is for Mama s Boy Book Three: The Cheerleaders of Doom Book Four: The Villain Virus Book Five: Attack of the BULLIES

PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-4197-0024-8
Text copyright 2011 Michael Buckley Illustrations copyright 2011 Ethen Beavers
Book design by Chad W. Beckerman
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Contents
Prologue
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Twelve-year-old Gerdie Baker frowned at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. She had long and lumpy limbs; huge, Hobbit-like feet; hair like a tumbleweed in an old cowboy movie; and an unfortunate under-bite that made her look like a caveman. She was a mess, which led her to one undeniable conclusion: She must be a Bigfoot. Like Bigfoots, she lumbered when she walked. Like Bigfoots, she scared small animals. Like Bigfoots, she grunted when she ate.
Since her parents weren t Bigfoots, she concluded that she must have been discovered in the wilds and transplanted to the suburbs of Akron, Ohio, for study. It was the only reasonable explanation.
To prove her theory she had done a few simple calculations:
There was a 40% chance that her family had found her on a camping trip, shaved her down, and taught her to speak.
There was a 35% chance that she was part of an experiment by the Department of Fish and Wildlife in hopes of integrating Bigfoots into modern society.
There was a 23% chance that from a cage in a traveling sideshow.
And then, there was the teeny-tiny 2% chance that she wasn t a missing link at all but a twelve-year-old girl suffering through a very awkward period. This 2% was only on the list because Bigfoots are not known for their math skills, and so the fact that she could construct these possibilities left a hole in her theory.
She was devising a new list of theories on why a Bigfoot might know calculus when she heard a loud squeal coming through her open bedroom window. Gerdie walked over and looked outside into the backyard. There she saw cake, balloons, a deejay, streamers, punch, a karaoke machine, and two dozen pretty girls in cheerleading outfits having the time of their lives. Her birthday party was obnoxious.
Her mother had gone all out this year for Gerdie and her sisters, Linda and Luanne-otherwise known as the Baker Triplets. But Gerdie could not bring herself to go down and join the fun. Just because she shared their DNA (as her mother claimed) didn t mean she was one of them. Linda, Luanne, and their friends were all gorgeous, like they had stepped out of a fashion magazine. Gruesome Gerdie looked like she had crawled out of Field and Stream . Her mind couldn t help but calculate what would happen if she were to show her face at the party.
There was a 54% chance that the girls would laugh at her.
A 29% chance that they would stare at her like she was from another planet.
A 10% chance that someone would scream and/or faint and/or vomit.
And a 7% chance that someone would call Animal Control and have her shot with a tranquilizer dart.
Nope. She didn t belong down there yet. But soon, very soon, she would be one of the pretty ones. She, too, would be the center of attention. You see, Gerdie Baker had plans. Which was probably further evidence that she was not really a Bigfoot. Bigfoots don t spend a lot of time thinking about the future. She would have to increase the 2% to 3%
She sat down on her bed, snatched a notebook off her nightstand, and opened it to a math problem. This one was more complicated than anything she had ever attempted. It stretched out over dozens of pages, x s and y s holding on to pluses and minuses like life preservers in a murky sea. Soon, she would fish them out and unlock their mysteries and her miserable life would change forever. If only she still had her-
There was a knock at the door.
Leave me alone. I don t want any cake, Gerdie shouted.
But the knock came again.
Setting down her notebook, she crossed the room and threw open the door. There was no one there. She craned her neck into the hallway, but it was empty. She glanced down and saw an envelope on the floor. It was addressed to her. She scooped it up.
Inside was a note that read, There are presents for you downstairs.
Gerdie sighed. She might as well go down, get the presents, and get it over with.
In the backyard a sea of surprised girls stared at her. The 29% had been correct. She could almost hear the confusion in their minds as the guests tried to understand how she could be related to Linda and Luanne. Maybe coming downstairs hadn t been a good idea.
Have some cake, Gertrude, her mother said as she approached with Gerdie s sisters in tow.
Gerdie eyed the birthday cake. It was shaped like a megaphone-the kind cheerleaders use at football games. It read, Happy Birthday, Luanne, Linda, and G .
G?
Gerdie s mom looked defensive. Honey, Gertrude is a long name. There s only so much cake! Where are all the friends you invited?
She doesn t have any friends to invite. Linda laughed.
I used to before we moved, Gerdie cried. I had lots of friends.
No, you hung around with the nerd herd, Luanne said. The biggest collection of waste cases in the history of Nathan Hale Elementary. Moving us here was the best thing that could have happened to you.
Gerdie sighed. They had moved from Arlington, Virginia, a year and a half ago, and she had never adjusted. Well, let s open some presents.
Everyone gathered around a table stacked high with boxes wrapped in pretty bows, and Gerdie s mom handed them out one by one. It took nearly a half hour of unwrapping before she uncovered a present for Gerdie.
Gerdie opened it. It was a dog collar. Linda and Luanne laughed the loudest in a chorus of giggles. Gerdie wanted to throw the collar into the crowd, along with a few well-aimed punches. But her mom quickly handed her another present. Don t be mad. The girls are just teasing.
Gerdie opened the small box and suddenly her scowl was replaced by a toothy smile It s an Inimation 410A!
A what? her mother asked.
It s a state-of-the-art scientific calculator with over four hundred mathematical functions. It has a two-line display with thirty-two levels of parenthesis! It does formula notation; variable statistics; fraction and decimal conversions; Boolean operations; probability searches; degree, radian, and grad conversions; sine, cosine, and tangent calculations; as well as exponent and trigonometric functions. It also has a hundred and fifty megabytes of memory storage, plus it runs off a solar cell.
Gerdie stopped talking. She knew everyone was staring at her-even the party clown.
It s very advanced, she finished quietly.
What a nerd, Luanne said as she, Linda, and her mother left Gerdie to go to the patio, which they were using as a dance floor. Their mom was entirely too old to dance with the girls and their friends, but it didn t stop her from teaching them a goofy dance she called the Electric Slide. She was giggling like a twelve-year-old.
Gerdie looked around. Who would have bought her such an amazing present? She shook her head. Oh, who cared! She couldn t wait to test it!
She turned to run back to her room, but standing behind her was a man built like a tree with thick arms and legs. He had jet-black hair with a white stripe down the middle-just like a skunk-and it hung down in his eyes. He had a long, shaggy beard, and an eye as white as snow. At the end of one of his arms was a silver hook where his hand should have been.
Here s one more, the strange man said, handing Gerdie a thin envelope with his good hand. Just like the envelope upstairs, it was addressed to her. My employer hopes you have a happy birthday.
Huh? Who is your employer? Gerdie asked, but the man turned and hurried away. Are you with the caterers?
But he was gone. Gerdie shrugged off the odd encounter and opened the envelope. Inside was a piece of plain white paper that read:
X = 41.6443/3
What is it, Gerdie? You look like you do