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To Dominic and Barbara

Copyright

Text copyright © 1996 by Matthew F. Christopher

Illustrations copyright © 1996 by Karen Meyer

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including
information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may
quote brief passages in a review.

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First eBook Edition: December 2009

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental
and not intended by the author.

ISBN: 978-0-316-09501-3

Contents

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

The air rushed by Doug Cannon’s face. It felt like a million tiny needles going deeper and deeper into his skin. Each and
every downstroke on the pedals strained his whole body. There was no slipstream to encase him in empty air space, to just
carry him along. He was out in front of the pack. He set the pace as the race wound to its finish.

There was no looking back. Even though he was in the lead, he couldn’t be sure what was taking place behind him. He simply
had to press on. With every bit of energy he had left, he had to race for the finish.

But as the road stretched out in front of him in an unbroken ribbon of black, Doug couldn’t help drifting back. He was a long,
long way from all that had happened to put him where he was

racing as hard and as fast as he could toward the grand finale of all
his efforts, the gold medal Imagine, Doug Cannon, crowning his cycling career with a gold medal in the 2000 International
Olympics!

Whoever would have imagined it just a few years ago?

1

Zap!

Score 22,000 and climbing.

Zap! Zap! Zap!

One more purple target and I’ll reach the big two-five.

Fourteen-year-old Doug Cannon leaned in toward the video monitor as far as he could. But because of the bulge around his middle,
that wasn’t as close as he’d like. It was at times like this that he wished he weighed a little less.

There was a lot at stake. Right now he was the top video jock in his class. No one could approach him when it came to high
scores. These were the numbers that mattered to him—not the ones on the scales. He clutched the joystick so fiercely he
could almost feel it dissolve.

But the thought of his oversize midsection had destroyed his focus for a crucial moment.

Blurrrp!
GAME OVER.

Rats! In the midst of a supersonic air war, an ordinary widebody had come into the picture from the bottom. It had thrown
him for a loop.

Widebody! That’s what some of the kids at school called him behind his back. He didn’t like it, but what could he do about
it? He couldn’t fight with half the kids in school, could he?

He never missed those bottom ones. Too bad he couldn’t get a little closer. Maybe he ought to change his strategy. Or try
a different game.

“Yo, Doug,” came a voice from the front of the video arcade. “We’re going over to the beach. You coming with us?”

It was Pepper Meade. Pepper was the unspoken leader of the guys in Doug’s class at school. They all played most sports together,
hung out together. On Monday most of them would be going off to summer hockey camp together—but not Doug. He played goalie
on the hockey squad, but only because the school made everyone play on some team. Because of his weight, he wasn’t much good
at sports. And ex
cept for video games, he didn’t think of himself as a competitive person. Still, he was always good-natured and willing to
fill a spot on the team. The guys liked him. Most of the time, Doug liked them, too. So when they made wise-guy comments about
his size, he swallowed his hurt feelings. No, instead he played along and was always welcome to join in on whatever they were
up to.

Pepper was always the ringleader when the guys did get on Doug’s case. He was the one who gave him the nickname “Lardy” when
they were just little kids. The name had been forgotten by the others over theyears, but Doug remembered.

“Go ahead,” Doug called back. “I’m just going to play one more game. Maybe I’ll catch up.”

The school year had just ended at noon. He had the whole summer to hang out at the lake. Right I now he was on a hot streak
at this video game. He was determined to set a new personal record. It was I something he was really good at. This is where
he could really shine. Besides, the last thing he wanted to do was walk around in a bathing suit in front of those guys. They
would only get on his case, call him “Willie the Whale,” and tease him to do a belly
flop. So what if he was a lot bigger than most of them?

He reached into his pocket and found it was empty. He’d used up all his money already. Now there was nothing else to do except
join the guys at the beach—or go home.

Doug glanced at the machine, sighed, and walked out of the arcade. He shrugged his shoulders and turned in the direction of
his house.

The minute he crossed the threshold, he could tell that something was different. Suitcases! There were suitcases, bags, boxes,
and a big laundry sack, plus a tennis racket dumped just inside the door. Kate was home!

His sister Kate had just finished her first year of graduate school. She had graduated from State College a year ago and now
she was going for her master’s degree. Doug knew she was due home that week, but it was still a surprise when he saw her drinking
a tall glass of iced tea in the kitchen. Even though there was nine years between them, she treated him like a pal as much
as a brother. And she never made wisecracks about his size.
There was a strong bond between the two Cannon kids.

“Hey, buddy-boy, how are you doing?” she called over to him. She got up from her chair and opened her arms wide. Their hug
was instant and powerful.

“Great,” he replied, flopping down on a chair opposite her. As he watched her sip her tea, he noticed a flashing sparkle on
her left hand. “Hey, that’s a ring,” he said, pointing.

She wiggled the third finger of her left hand at him. He could see a thin, gold band with a single diamond smack in the middle.

“Uh-huh,” she said with a big smile. “Guess what—I’m engaged.”

“Like … like … you’re getting married?”

“You’ve got it,” she said. “The wedding’s going to be right here in the backyard, last weekend in August.”

“Holy cow!” he shouted. “I’m going to be a—a what? A brother-in-law! Hey, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Terry, of course,” she said. “You ninny, who’d you think it would be?”

“Just checking,” said Doug with a mischievous
grin. “Had to make sure you didn’t dump him for someone I didn’t like. Terry’s a great guy. I remember when you first started
dating him. You wanted us to get to know each other better, so you sent him over to the arcade one time to give me a lift
home. He played a few games before we left. Great hands.”

“They’d better be, since he’s going to be a doctor,” she said.

“I just can’t get over it,” said Doug. He got up and took the cookie jar off the counter. Dipping in, he took out a couple
of oatmeal-raisin cookies. “My big sister getting married!”

“And my little brother is going to be an usher,” said Kate.

“What!”

“Yup, Terry’s friend Red Roberts is going to be the best man and we want you to be an usher. They’re coming for dinner tonight,
so you’ll get to meet Red. He’s going to be a doctor, too, like Terry, and—oh, there’s so much to do. Listen, help me drag
my stuff upstairs and I’ll tell you all about it.”

“Sure,” said Doug, licking the last cookie crumbs from the corners of his mouth.

As he headed for the doorway, a million thoughts
rushed into Doug’s head. School’s out. The guys are going off to hockey camp for the summer. Kate’s going to get married
at the end of August. I’m going to be an usher, like the guy who showed me to my seat at Cousin Hallie’s wedding in the big
church in town. But Kate’s wedding was going to be in the backyard. Maybe I won’t have to get all decked out in one of those
tuxedos like the ushers in Hallie’s wedding. They didn’t look all that comfortable. Yeah, and what about standing around for
those pictures? Hallie’s husband’s cousin Timmy looked like a blimp when they lined up for the pictures. They put two little
flower girls in front of him and you could still see Timmy on each side of them. Is that what I’ll look like?

“Thanks a bunch,” said Kate when they had all her stuff stashed in one corner of her room. “Phew, I’ve got a lot of work to
do right here.”

“Like what?” Doug asked.

“I have to clear some space for the wedding presents. They’ll start arriving as soon as word gets around. And if I know our
mother, that won’t take long,” she said, chuckling.

As if by magic, a voice came floating up the stairs,
“Oh, Kate, I’m home! I have some sample invitations I want you to look at!”

“Be right down,” Kate called. “See?”

She gave Doug a playful tap on the arm and headed downstairs.

Doug sat down on her bed and looked around. He couldn’t imagine Kate’s room filled with presents—wedding presents, at that.

He realized suddenly that he’d have to give her a present, too. Yeah, but how was he going to buy her anything? He poured
all his money into video games and never had a spare cent.

The excitement of the wedding news was beginning to fade away. Doug got up and went downstairs. Mrs. Cannon and Kate were
in the kitchen looking over the sample invitations.

He shuffled out the front door and sat down on the porch swing. It was still a while before dinner. If only he had some money
he could play a few more games at the arcade before he had to sit down at the table with Kate, Terry, and this friend of his.
A new guy around who was going to be a doctor.

He’ll probably take a look at me and start talking about diets, he thought. Just what I don’t want
to hear. It’s bad enough with Dad on his health kick!

Up until a year ago, Mr. Cannon had looked like an older version of Doug. But then something happened that, as he put it,
“changed his outlook on life forever.” Mr. Cannon had been rushed to the hospital with chest pains. Everyone was sure he was
having a heart attack.

“We just have to hope for the best,” Mrs. Cannon had said as she sat in the waiting room with Kate and Doug huddled next to
her.

It turned out to be the best it could be—a very bad case of indigestion that acted a lot like a heart attack.

“You did the right thing coming in immediately, though,” the doctor had said. Then he frowned and said, “In the shape he’s
in, he’s lucky it wasn’t something much, much worse.”

Mr. Cannon had then undergone a complete physical. The result was a new way of life.

He began each morning with a regular routine of exercises. That was followed by a jog through the neighborhood. He constantly
sang the praises of exercise, saying it helped overcome the “heavy genes” that ran in the family.

Next came breakfast. Mr. Cannon was on a strict diet—“Not for weight loss as much as health,” he announced every morning
as he ate his salt- and sugar-free cereal with skim milk.

And then, if Doug hadn’t managed to have his own breakfast and get out of the kitchen, there was often a lecture on the healthy
way of life. Maybe his father was right, but hearing it all the time drove Doug nuts. He didn’t eat any more than his friends
did, and he was usually too tired to exercise. His father’s lectures ended up going in one ear and out the other.

Diet and exercise were the furthest things from Doug’s mind right now as he rocked on the porch swing. The late afternoon
sun beat down. Flies buzzed about and banged up against the screens. A gentle haze seemed to settle across Doug like a blanket.
His eyelids drooped and finally closed.

Wheeeee-ew! Wheeeeee-ew! Wheeeee-ew!

A siren screeching in the distance jolted him awake.

It was the fire signal.

Doug jumped off the swing and ran down to the sidewalk. He gazed up and down the road. A dark
cloud of smoke rose high into the sky above the downtown area.

He hurried off toward it until he was stopped by the firefighter’s blockade.

But there was no need to go farther. Even from there he could see the flames and smoke billowing out from doors and windows
of the one building he knew better than any other. Just like a horrible nightmare come true, he watched as the raging fire
consumed the video arcade.

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