Escape from Mr. Lemoncello's Library Read Online Free Page A

I mean, the
new
library.”
    Kyle typed in a P.S. to his email: “I hope at the party on Friday you have balloons.”
    He hit send.
    “Who did you send your essay to?” his mother asked. “Your teacher?”
    “No. Mr. Lemoncello himself. It took some digging, but I found his email address on his game company’s website.”
    “Really? I’m impressed.” His mom rubbed his hair. “You know, this morning, I said to your dad: ‘Kyle can be just as smart as Curtis and just as focused as Mike—
when
he puts his mind to it.’ ”
    Kyle smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”
    But his smile quickly disappeared when a
BONG!
alerted him to an incoming email.
    From Mr. Lemoncello.
    It was an auto-response form letter.
    Dear Lemoncello Game Lover:
    This is a no-reply mailbox. Your message did not go through. Do not try to resend it or you’ll just hear another
BONG!
But thank you for playing our games.

Heading back to school on Tuesday, Kyle knew he had to put on a brave face.
    He smiled as he walked with his class toward the auditorium for a special early-morning assembly. The one where Mr. Luigi L. Lemoncello himself would announce the winners of the Library Lock-In Essay Contest.
    “I hope he picked yours,” Kyle whispered to Akimi.
    “Thanks. I do, too. But the lock-in won’t be as much fun without you.”
    “Well, when it’s over, and the library is officially open, you can take me on a tour.”
    “That’s exactly what I’m going to do!
If I
win.”
    “If you don’t, I’m sending a flaming squirrel after Mrs. Cameron.”
    For this assembly, the seventh graders, most of whom were twelve years old, were told to sit in the front rows,close to the stage. That made Kyle feel a little better. At least he’d get a chance to see Mr. Lemoncello up close and personal.
    But his hero wasn’t even onstage.
    Just the principal; the school librarian, Mrs. Yunghans; and a redheaded woman in high-heeled shoes who Kyle didn’t recognize. She sat up straight, like someone had slipped a yardstick down the back of her bright red business suit. Her glasses were bright red, too.
    “That’s Dr. Yanina Zinchenko!” gushed Miguel Fernandez, who was sitting on Kyle’s right.
    “Who’s she?” asked Akimi, seated to Kyle’s left.
    “Just the most famous librarian in the whole wide world!”
    “All right, boys and girls,” said the principal at the podium. “Settle down. Quiet, please. It is my great honor to introduce the head librarian for the new Alexandriaville public library, Dr. Yanina Zinchenko.”
    Everybody clapped. The tall lady in the red outfit strode to the microphone.
    “Good morning.”
    Her voice was breathy with just a hint of a Russian accent.
    “Twelve years ago, this town lost its one and only public library when it was torn down to make room for an elevated parking garage. Back then, many said the Internet had rendered the ‘old-fashioned’ library obsolete, that a new parking garage would attract shoppers to theboutiques and dress shops near the old bank building. But the library’s demolition also meant that those of you who are now twelve years old have lived your entire lives
without
a public library.”
    She looked down at the front rows.
    “This is why, to kick off our summer reading program, twelve twelve-year-olds will be selected to be the very first to explore the wonders awaiting inside Mr. Lemoncello’s extraordinary new library. You will, of course, need your parents’ permission. We have slips for you to take home. You will also need a sleeping bag, a toothbrush, and, if you please, a change of clothes.”
    She smiled mysteriously.
    “You might consider packing
two
pairs of underwear.”
    Oh-kay
, thought Kyle.
That’s bizarre
. Did the librarian really think seventh graders weren’t toilet trained?
    “There will be movies, food, fun, games, and prizes. Also, each of our twelve winners will receive a five-hundred-dollar gift card good toward the purchase of Lemoncello games and