No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay) Read Online Free

accidents will turn out to be something important.
    I see pink! It’s Isabelle, all right. She is sitting on the bottom step of the orchestra portable. Her head is bent over her notebook. Bug spit! I am too late. She is already writing her news report. Super Spy has struck again.
    I shove the spray bottle at Doyle. “Take this. I’ll be right back.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œKeep it out of sight. And don’t talk to anybody. Not even Will.” He’ll want to know all the details. I’m not ready to share my invention quite yet, even with my second best friend.
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œI mean it, Doyle.” My best friend has a problem keeping secrets.
    â€œI said okay.”
    I sneak up on my sister. “Hi, Izzy.”
    She slaps the notebook to her chest. “I told you—”
    â€œIs-a-belle, what are you writing?”
    â€œNothing.” She looks guilty.
    â€œIf it’s another report about me—”
    â€œIt’s not.” She narrows her eyes. “Why? What did you do?”
    Now it’s my turn to say, “Nothing,” and look guilty. It’s strange to see Isabelle alone. At recess my sister is usually glued to her two best friends, Kendall Peters and Laura Ling. The girls are still fourth graders, but all the upper grades have the same recess. “So if you’re not writing Scab News, why are you over here by yourself?”
    â€œOkay, okay.” Isabelle makes a big X on the page with a red felt-tip pen. “I guess I can forget it
this
time. But . . . uh . . . stop . . . throwing away your orange at lunch.” She shuts her notebook.
    Now I
am
confused. Isabelle
never
forgets anything, especially when it comes to my behavior. But I don’t have time to ask her what’s going on. Doyle, Will, Lewis, Alec, and Henry are coming this way. My stomach knots up. I need to get rid of my spying sister. Fast!
    â€œDon’t you have anyone to play with?” I askIsabelle, still wondering why Laura and Kendall haven’t shown up. Even girls don’t take this long to go to the bathroom.
    HOW SISTERS MAKE
YOU CRAZY!
    They never want to do anything fun, like catch grasshoppers or make a mud fort.
    They hog the bathroom for two hours and come out looking EXACTLY the same as when they went in.
    They want to play beauty shop and curl your hair. NO WAY!
    They expect you to remember where you hid the heads to their dolls. (Check my mud fort.)
    â€œOh, sure. Sure I do.” She checks her watch. “Uh . . . I almost forgot. I told Jenna Lucas and Libby Miles I’d play foursquare. I . . . uh . . . I’d better get going.”
    â€œBye.” I shoo her along as the guys close in.
    Alec slaps me on the back. “That’s a mighty pukey spray you got there, Scab.”
    â€œThanks.” I glare at Doyle. Two seconds. I leave the guy alone for two seconds.
    â€œMy little brother is always stealing my model airplane paint,” Alec says. “This will teach him to keep his slimy mitts off my stuff.”
    â€œMine gets into my baseball cards,” says Will.
    â€œI have to share a room with my baby sister,” pipes Henry Mapanoo. “She’s three.”
    Everybody groans.
    â€œSo what’s in it?” asks Will.
    I shrink back. I knew it. He wants the scoop, ofcourse. He’s always interested in my inventions, which is one reason why I like him. But now is not the time. “Just some stuff,” I say. “A little of this and a little of that.” I signal him that I will share more later. I don’t want to say too much in front of the other guys.
    SCAB’S TIP #4
    I F YOUR SISTER WANTS EVERY -thing you have, the next time you get a bag of Gummi frogs, bite the head off each one. She won’t dare touch them. Let’s hear it for boy germs!
    Lewis Pigford punches me. “So what do you want for it, Scab?”
    â€œWant?”
    He starts digging in the pocket of his