Mr. Terupt Falls Again
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The kids and teacher of Because of Mr. Terupt are back in this warm-hearted sequel.
Fifth-grade was full of unforgettable events for Mr. Terupt and his class at Snow Hill School. Seven students were particularly affected by Mr. Terupt. Now those seven students are back, and they've been granted the rare opportunity to send one more year with their beloved teacher before they graduate from elementary school. Peter's parents expect him to attend private school after sixth-grade, but Peter has plans to stay right where he is. Eager to grow up, Alexia gets in over her head with some older kids. Danielle suspects that her family is keeping a secret from her, and she's determined to find out what it is. Jeffrey makes a life-changing discovery. Curious about her teacher's past, Jessica uncovers startling details about Mr. Terupt. Anna finally decides she's ready for the truth about her absent dad. And Luke's keen observations lead to questions with unexpected answers.
It's a roller coaster of a year as Mr. Terupt helps his students be the best they can be—and enlists their help to pull off an extra-special project. But will there be a happy ending for all?
"This sequel can be read on its own. Moving and real."--Kirkus Reviews
"A skillful meshing of characters and story lines makes for another great read."--School Library Journal
From the Hardcover edition.
“What now?” Mr. T asked, looking up from the box he had gone back to packing. “Peter farted,” Lexie was quick to say. “What! No way! That was you!” I was ready to wring her neck. “That’s classic cover-up, Peter,” she said. “Blaming someone else.” “Are you nuts?!” “We know you hurt your peanuts,” she said. “We’re sorry.” “That’s enough, you two,” Mr. T said. “Someone farted. I don’t care who, just don’t do it again. It stinks.” He covered his nose with his shirt and so did a laughing Ms.
decided they needed more space for all the students, so the annex was constructed. It was probably the wisest solution.” The annex wasn’t far from the main building, just a short distance down the sidewalk out the side door, but it was still a lot of work to move. We had to box up all of Mr. Terupt’s things, move them, and then unpack them and get the stuff put away. That’s the part I liked, the putting-away part. I liked it because then I got to decide how to arrange our new classroom, and I
for not getting away. I looked over at my dad and saw him sitting against the wall reading a book, something about quantum physics. He had his glasses perched across his nose, and his pocket protector and pens poked up from his shirt. I had a father like Stanley Yelnats’s, and I was so proud of that. I felt sorry for the boy I had wrestled. CONCLUSION —Being a geek is in my blood, but I don’t think being a wrestler is. Detective Luke march The next wrestling practice was something
coaster, the Torpedo. JESSICA VO The Snow Hill Carnival is not an amusement park—far from it. The roller coaster (which is always my favorite) tells it all. At an amusement park you get the upside-down, backwards, loop-the-loop, super-fast coasters. Here at the carnival you get the old iron clunker that just races you around the tracks. The Torpedo isn’t even outfitted with chest harnesses. The only thing required to hold you in is a metal lap bar that you pull down over your thighs and share
at Mr. T’s request. Mr. and Mrs. Terupt brought down the house with a swing dance that’ll never be forgotten. After that everyone stayed on the floor and danced the night away, including me. I danced with the foxy Mrs. Terupt. Miss Catalina. Mrs. Williams! My mom! And yes, Lexie. “It’s time, Peter,” Mr. T said. He was standing beside me at the DJing table, smiling as he looked at all the people having fun. “It’s time to forgive yourself.” I turned and grabbed him in a hug. “Okay,” I said.