style="font-size:15px;"> have a stupid outfit for theaquarium too?’
It was Ralph. Only Ralph thinks
it’s hilarious to call me Sam Wu-ser
because it rhymes with loser. And only Ralph
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snorts like that. I took a deep breath and
tried to remember what my dad had said
to do about Ralph. His
advice was:
‘Just ignore
him.’
NOT
that easy!
Ignoring Ralph is
Ralph pushed
his way up through the
queue until he was right
behind me. He started poking
me in the back. ‘Hey! Hey!
Sam Wu-ser! I’m talking to
you! Hey! Hey!’
This was, as you might
imagine, very hard to ignore.
‘He doesn’t have his
outfit on because we’re going to the
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aquarium not the Space Museum!’ said Zoe.
‘OBVIOUSLY.’
I was, in fact, wearing a
T-shirt, because it is the best show ever.
I made it myself. And in honour of the
aquarium trip, I’d even drawn on space
turtle Stephanie. I didn’t feel
the need to point this
out though.
Ralph was
quiet for all of
FIVE SECONDS.
But then he
barrelled on.
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‘Hey. Hey, Sam. I heard there is a submarine simulator in there. Bet you are too scared
to get in it. Especially after what happened
at the Space Museum.’ He started
laughing, but it wasn’t a real laugh, it was some sort of pretend villain laugh. Then
he pushed past me, because Ralph always pushes in queues, and went to the front.
‘I’d like to put him in a submarine
simulator,’ Zoe muttered. ‘And send it to the BOTTOM OF THE SEA!’
‘Yeah!’ said Bernard. Then he patted me on the shoulder. ‘Don’t listen to him, Sam. Everyone has forgotten about—’
‘Don’t say it!’ I said. ‘We don’t talk about it,
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RemeMber?’
‘Sorry!’ said Bernard. Then he coughed.
‘But, um, you aren’t going to get into the
submarine simulator, are you?’
‘Bernard might have a point,’ said Zoe,
tugging on her ponytail.
‘I wasn’t planning to,’ I said. ‘But please
can we stop taking about it?’
They nodded. Spaceman Jack, my
favourite character on ,
never has to deal with this kind of thing.
He NEVER does anything embarrassing,
but if he did, his friends would definitely
NEVER bring it up.
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‘Come along, you three, hurry up!’ It
was our teacher, Ms Winkleworth. ‘We have
lots to see – and we don’t want to be late
for the feeding at the shark tank!’
THe
FeedIng?
at tHe wHat?
WHat kInD of
FeedIng?
Who
is FeedI
ng
Who
WHat?
Before I had a chance to think about
all the ways a live shark-feeding was more than a little dangerous, we were shuffled
into the aquarium.
It was nothing like the fish tanks in Chinatown.
‘See, Sam! How COOL is this?’ Bernard waved his arms around. I tried to look
at everything all at once but it was impossible.
It was as if we were underwater but somehow breathing air. It was like being on a spaceship in water – dark and filled with aliens! Luckily, I have lots of experience
with aliens from watching
so I was TOTALLY fine. But otherwise I might have been a tiny bit afraid.
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‘That thing isn’t a fish,’
I spluttered, pointing at this HUGE
PURPLE BLOB that was somehow
floating above my head. I could hear Captain
Jane (she’s the captain of TUBS, The
Universe’s
