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MONSTER BLOOD FOR BREAKFAST!
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ENTER HORRORLAND
The Story So Far…
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My name is Matt Daniels, and my terrifying story began on a typical morning. In my house, typical means totally annoying. Because who showed up just as my sister, Livvy, and I were finishing our breakfast?
The kid from next door. Bradley Wormser.
Everyone at school calls him Worm, and it’s a pretty good nickname for him. Trust me.
Bradley shows up in our kitchen almost every morning, just as Livvy and I are finishing breakfast. And he gobbles up whatever he can grab.
He’s so skinny, it’s hard to believe he could eat everything on the kitchen table if we let him. He really does look like a long, lanky worm with glasses!
I have this idea that one day I’m going to glue the Pop Tarts to the table. Then I’m going to enjoy the look on Bradley’s face as he struggles to pull them up.
I’m great at inventing stuff. And I’m really interested in science. And I’m a pretty good athlete.
But none of that helps me against Worm Wormser. He drives me nuts!
This morning, Bradley waited till my mom’s back was turned. Then he dropped a fat, dead horsefly into my cereal. I stared down at the fly floating on top of the milk.
“Yucko,” Bradley said. “You don’t want that, do you, Matt? There’s a dead fly in it.”
He pulled the bowl away from me, tilted it to his face, and drank the cereal down. Then he spit the fly onto the floor. “Not bad,” he said, using Livvy’s sleeve to wipe his mouth. “A little soggy.”
“Let go of me!” Livvy cried.
He snapped his fingers an inch from her nose. He thinks that’s totally funny. Livvy hates it.
Mom has no idea what a pain Bradley is.
She was cleaning something at the sink. “Mom, can I have another bowl of cereal?” I asked.
“No seconds, Matt,” she replied without turning around. “You’ve got to watch your weight. Your big swim meet is coming up soon, remember?”
My stomach growled. Angrily, I grabbed a wet glob of cornflakes from Livvy’s bowl with my fingers — and stuck it onto Bradley’s nose.
Mom turned around. “Matt!” she shouted, glaring at me. “Don’t play with your food!”
“Yeah, Matt. Don’t play with your food,” Bradley said, grinning.
As soon as Mom went back to cleaning, he made a grab for Livvy’s Pop Tart.
Mom turned around again just as Livvy snatched it away. “Livvy, no fighting!” she snapped.
“But, Mom —”
See what I told you? You spell Bradley’s name P-A-I-N.
This was the most important week of my life. And I didn’t need Bradley in my face.
I would love to invent something to make the creep disappear. Or maybe I could just ask him to disappear. But there are a few problems.
For one thing, he lives in the house right next door. And his mom and my mom are business partners. They both run a party catering business from our homes.
This means that Livvy, Bradley, and I are thrown together a lot.
And there’s one other big problem. Bradley worships me.
This morning, Bradley put his paws all over my new swim team T-shirt. “Matt, can I have this shirt? Where’d you get it? It’s awesome. It’s kinda small on you — isn’t it?”
He always wants to dress like me. He thinks it will make him popular, too. It’s pitiful, right?
And the guy never stops talking. “Did you see that scary movie on HBO last night? Claw? It totally creeped me out. When those two claws reached out of the basement and grabbed the kid by the shoulders?”
He squeezed Livvy’s shoulders with both hands. “Just like this. Ha-ha! I’m the vicious CLAW!”
“Stop! Let go!” my sister screamed.
“Livvy,” Mom scolded. “Stop being such a crab.”
Bradley laughed. He waited till my mom left the kitchen. Then he pulled a small orange-and-black can from his backpack. “Matt, check this out. Go ahead. Open the lid. I dare you.”
I groaned. “Now what?”
Worm spends all his time online. He plays these sci-fi battle games till late at night. And he’s always sending away for all kinds of weird things.
He shoved the can toward me. “Go ahead. Open it,” he said.
I pushed his hand back. “No way.”
He grinned. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
He gripped the lid and started to turn it. Then, suddenly, he stopped, and his eyes went wide. His smile faded. “Watch OUT!” he screamed. “It’s gonna BLOW!”
The lid popped off and clattered to the floor. I stared into the can. Empty.
Bradley laughed.
And then I smelled something. Something heavy and damp and rotten floating up from inside the can. Like dead fish, only much worse. Like year-old spoiled milk.
“Ohhhh.” I grabbed my stomach and let out a groan. I tried to hold my breath.
Too late. The sick smell invaded my nose. And now I could taste it on my tongue!
“Ulllp!” My stomach lurched. I started to gag.
I jumped to my feet and ran to the bathroom. Livvy was retching loudly. She came running right behind me, her hand pressed tightly over her mouth.
I could hear Bradley laughing his head off. He has a hee-haw donkey laugh. Obnoxious.
Leaning on the bathroom sink, I took several deep breaths. My stomach heaved. I couldn’t get the pukey smell from my nose and mouth. And I could smell it on my clothes. I glanced at the clock. No time to change. I was going to smell like sour milk at school all day!
I trudged back into the kitchen. Bradley was still laughing at his stupid joke. “That was a riot!” he said. “You both turned green! Ha-ha!”
He held up the empty can. “Check it out.”
In big black letters, the label read: GAS ATTACK. A PARTY FAVORITE!
Livvy had tears in her eyes. Her hands were balled into tight fists. I knew she wanted to murder Bradley. So did I. But what could we do?
“You guys totally stink!” he said. And he laughed his hee-haw donkey laugh some more.
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What could be more embarrassing than walking to school with Bradley every morning? Livvy took off and ran, her red ponytail flying over her backpack. “So long, suckers!” she shouted.
I was stuck with him. No way to escape.
It’s only three blocks to Shandy Hills Middle School. But with Worm beside me, it always seems like three miles.
“I have those same sneakers,” Bradley told me. He stomped down hard on my foot. “But mine aren’t scuffed up like that,” he said.
“Give me a break,” I muttered.
He ran ahead a few steps, then pushed a hand against my chest to stop me. Then he opened his backpack and fumbled around inside it.
“Swear you won’t tell anyone about this,” he whispered. “I’ve got somethi
ng here I bought online that will totally impress Mr. Scotto.”
“No way,” I said, jumping away from him. “If it’s another stink can, keep it to yourself!”
“No. This is serious,” he said. He swatted a fly off his stringy brown hair. Then he pulled a tiny jar from his backpack. “This is no joke. This is a big deal.”
A school bus rumbled past and turned onto Willis Street. I glanced around. We were the only kids in sight. “Bradley, we’re going to be late,” I said.
I hate to be late. I’m a competitive swimmer, remember. I like to be first — not last!
Bradley spun the lid off the tiny glass jar. Inside, I saw a jagged piece of white rock.
“Know what it is?” Bradley asked. His brown eyes flashed. “Don’t try to guess. It’s a piece of rock from the planet Venus.”
“Huh?” I cried. “Are you kidding me? Bradley, how could you fall for such a stupid —”
“You’re stupid, Matt!” he shouted. “It’s real. One of our space probes brought it back. There are only ten rocks like this on earth. And I won an auction for it. Would you believe it only cost me twenty dollars?”
I just shook my head. I didn’t know what to say. Bradley and I are both twelve years old. Old enough to know you can’t buy a rock from Venus for twenty dollars.
He pulled it out of the jar and placed it carefully in my hand. “Is this going to score points with Mr. Scotto or not?” he asked. “Don’t be too jealous, Matt. But this could win me the Science Prize.”
The Science Prize was a big deal. I’d been working on my project for weeks.
Mr. Scotto is our math and science teacher. But he’s also a celebrity in Shandy Hills.
He used to be an astronaut. This year, he started a contest in our school. He said he’d award five hundred dollars and a free month at NASA Space Camp in Florida to the kid in his class who created the most original science project.
Cool, right?
And since I’m the science freak in school, everyone expects me to come up with something great. And I think I have a really good idea. But how could I compete with a rock from the planet Venus? This couldn’t be real, could it?
I turned the rock over in my hand and studied it car

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