15 - You Can't Scare Me!

by R. L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)

  YOU CAN’T SCARE ME!

  Goosebumps - 15

  R.L. Stine

  (An Undead Scan v1.5)

  1

  The day we decided to scare Courtney was the day of our class field trip.

  Mr. Melvin, our teacher, and Ms. Prince, the other sixth-grade teacher, stood counting us as we boarded the yellow school bus.

  Courtney was first in line, of course. Courtney makes sure she is always first in line. Her friend Denise boarded right behind her.

  It was a gray day. Dark storm clouds rolled overhead, blocking the sun. The guy on the radio said there was a ninety percent chance of rain.

  I didn’t care. I was happy to be getting out of school.

  I pushed my friend Hat into the kid in front of him. His real name is Herbie, but everyone calls him Hat. That’s because no one has ever seen him without a baseball cap on his head. I’ve known Hat since fourth grade, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen his hair.

  The kid in front spun around and shoved Hat back at me.

  “Hey—give me a break!” Hat shouted. He slugged me hard on the shoulder. “You made me swallow my gum, Eddie.”

  “Hey, guys, be cool,” Mr. Melvin said, frowning at us. He’s the kind of teacher who always says things like “be cool” and tries to act like he’s our friend. But he’s a pretty good teacher, anyway.

  And he takes us on a lot of field trips, which is cool.

  “Why are we going to a forest?” Hat grumbled, slipping another piece of bubble gum into his mouth. “What are we supposed to look for?”

  “Trees, I guess,” I replied. I didn’t remember why we were going to Greene Forest. I just remembered we were supposed to take notes.

  “Eddie, want some bubble gum?”

  I turned around to see my friend Charlene right behind me in line. She and my other friend Molly had big gobs of grape gum in their mouths and were chewing hard.

  “Molly, how can you chew that stuff with braces?” I asked.

  She opened her mouth in a wide grin, showing me her teeth. “It doesn’t stick too much,” she said.

  Molly’s braces are red and blue. She’s always showing them off. I don’t know why.

  Molly and Charlene look so much alike, almost like sisters. They both have short brown hair and brown eyes. They’re both about my height, five two. They both wear faded jeans and big, oversized T-shirts all the time. The only difference between Molly and Charlene is that Molly wears glasses and has braces, and Charlene doesn’t.

  “I’ll protect you two in the deep, dark forest,” I teased. “You know. In case you’re attacked by fleas or something.”

  “Eddie’s a real macho guy,” Hat said, grinning. “He’s real brave.” He punched my shoulder. Hard.

  I pretended it didn’t hurt.

  “You both have fleas,” Charlene said.

  “We’ll protect you, Eddie,” Molly offered. “There might be some vicious worms there!”

  Hat, Molly, and Charlene burst out laughing. Molly was teasing me about the time the four of us went fishing at Muddy Creek, and I had a little trouble putting a worm on my hook.

  “I wasn’t afraid of that worm!” I cried angrily. “It was just yucky, that’s all.”

  I scowled at Molly, but I wasn’t really angry. I’m used to being teased. Kids always make fun of my freckles and my red hair. And my older brother, Kevin, calls me Bugs. He says I look just like Bugs Bunny because my two front teeth stick out.

  “What’s up, doc? What’s up, doc?” That’s all Kevin ever says to me. He and his high school pals think it’s a riot.

  I climbed onto the bus and scrambled past Hat to get a window seat. Courtney and Denise had taken the front seat, of course. Courtney was brushing her long, blonde hair, using the bus window as a mirror. Denise was writing something in her notebook.

  Hat slammed into me, and I stumbled down the aisle. He quickly slid into the seat and moved to the window. “Hey—no fair!” I shouted.

  He giggled his high-pitched giggle and grinned at me. Hat is my best pal, but I have to admit he’s sort of goofy-looking. I mean, he’s always grinning, sort of like Dopey in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. And he has really big ears that bend down beneath his baseball cap, sort of doubled over.

  He’s a good guy. He really makes Molly, Charlene, and me laugh all the time.

  “I get the window going back,” I said, slumping down beside Hat. Charlene messed up my hair as she walked past.

  “Why do they call it Greene Forest?” Hat asked, pressing his nose against the window, watching it steam up from his breath. “Why not Blue Forest or Red Forest?”

  “A guy named Greene used to own it,” I told him. “He gave the land to the city when he died.”

  “I knew that,” Hat said. What a liar.

  I spun his cap around till it was backwards. He really hates that. But he deserved it for grabbing the window seat.

  A few minutes later, the bus was bouncing toward Greene Forest. A few minutes after that, we were piling out of the bus, staring at the tall trees that reached up to the dark, cloudy sky.

  “Make two columns on your work sheet,” Ms. Prince was telling everyone. “One for wildlife and one for plantlife.”

  “I’m putting you down as plantlife,” I told Charlene.

  She stuck her tongue out at me with the big, purple blob of bubble gum on the tip. Hat slapped her on the back really hard, and the wad of bubble gum went flying.

  Charlene cried out angrily and tried to slug him, but Hat backed away to safety. He was too fast for her.

  The teachers divided us into groups, and we began to explore the forest. We followed a narrow dirt path that twisted through the trees.

  It was cooler in the forest, and dark. I wished the sun would come out.

  “What’s that green stuff on that tree?” Hat asked me, pointing. “Is that moss? Is moss wildlife or plantlife?”

  “You should know,” I told him. “You have it growing on your back!”

  Molly and Charlene laughed, but Hat didn’t. “Can’t you ever be serious?” He scribbled something on his work sheet.

  I glanced down at mine. I hadn’t written anything yet. I mean, I’d only seen a bunch of trees and some weeds. Who cared about writing that down?

  “The creatures are hiding,” Ms. Prince was telling the group of kids ahead of us. “Search for their hiding places. Look for holes in the ground and in trees. Look for hidden nests.”

  I gazed up at the trees above my head. The leaves were too thick to see any nests. I was about to tell Hat he should look under some rocks because that’s where he came from. But before I could, I heard a hushed cry behind us.

  “Ssshhh! Look! A deer!”

  We all turned back to see who had called out. Of course it was Courtney. Who else would be the first to spot a deer?

  She and Denise were frozen like statues, staring into a narrow space between the trees. Courtney kept raising her finger to her lips, signaling for everyone to be silent.

  Hat, Molly, Charlene, and I went running over to see the deer. “I don’t see anything,” I said, squinting hard into the trees.

  “It ran away,” Courtney told me.

  “You missed it,” Denise added. I watched her write deer on her work sheet under wildlife. She already had four other creatures on her list. I didn’t have any.

  “Did you see the sleeping bat?” Courtney asked me.

  “Bat?” I don’t like bats. They’re so ugly. And what if one bites you?

  “It was hanging on that tree,” Courtney said, pointing behind us. “How could you miss it?”

  I shrugged.

  “There’s a birch tree,” Denise told Courtney. “And th
ere’s a weeping beech tree. Add them to the list.”

  Hat, Molly, and Charlene had moved on along the trail, and I hurried to catch up to them. Courtney and Denise were working too hard, in my opinion. Field trips are supposed to be for goofing and having fun away from school.

  We made our way slowly through the forest. After a while, the sun came out and sent shafts of yellow light down through the trees.

  I tried to push Hat into a huge patch of poison ivy. But he dodged away from me, and I went sprawling face down in the dirt.

  I was still brushing myself off when I saw the snake.

  Right beside my left sneaker.

  It was bright green, and big.

  I stopped breathing. I stared down at it.

  I had nearly stepped on it.

  As I stared helplessly, it arched its head, opened its jaws, and darted forward to bite my leg.

  I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

  2

  The snake dived toward me. I shut my eyes and waited for the stab of pain.

  “Ohh.” A low, frightened cry escaped my lips.

  I opened my eyes to see Courtney holding up the snake. “Courtney—I—I—” I stammered.

  “Eddie, you’re not scared of this, are you?” Courtney demanded, raising the snake to my face. Its black eyes stared up at me. It flicked its tongue.

  “It’s a harmless green snake, Eddie,” Courtney said. “You can’t be afraid of a green snake!”

  I heard Denise snickering behind me.

  Courtney petted the snake, stroking it, letting it slide through her fingers.

  “Uh… I wasn’t really scared,” I muttered. But my voice trembled. I could tell Courtney didn’t believe me.

  “A harmless green snake,” she repeated. She set the snake down on the ground.

  I jumped back. I thought it was coming for me again.

  But it slid silently into the weeds.

  Hat laughed. A high-pitched, nervous laugh.

  Denise shook her head scornfully.

  “Add that to the list,” Courtney told her. “Green snake. That makes seven in the wildlife column.”

  “We should write down chicken,” Denise said, staring at me. “That would make eight.”

  “Cluck cluck,” I replied bitterly. I motioned for my friends to follow me, and we hurried up the path. We could hear Courtney and Denise both laughing.

  “Don’t feel bad,” Hat said to me, patting my shoulder. “Just because she made you look like a total jerk.”

  Molly laughed, but Charlene didn’t. “Courtney was just showing off,” Charlene said to me. “For a change.”

  “I wish that snake had bitten her perfect nose,” Molly added. “You know. Put a little dent in it.”

  “I really wasn’t afraid,” I insisted shrilly. “The snake surprised me, that’s all. I knew it was harmless.”

  “Yeah. Right,” Hat replied, rolling his beady little black eyes. I made a swipe at his cap but missed.

  “Coming through! Coming through!” Courtney called. She and Denise hurried past us, swinging their work sheets in one hand as they passed by.

  Denise turned and hissed at me like a snake. Courtney laughed.

  “I suppose they’ll be teasing me about the green snake for the next hundred years,” I said with a sigh.

  “We’ll all tease you about it for a hundred years,” Molly promised.

  I trudged unhappily along the path. Golden sunshine filtered down through the trees, but it didn’t brighten my spirits. A cute red-furred squirrel scampered across the path. I wasn’t interested.

  My day had been ruined.

  Ruined by Courtney and that stupid green snake.

  I could hear kids up ahead laughing about it. Every time I looked at Hat, he grinned at me as if to say, “You really blew it today, Eddie.”

  It’s not a big deal, I kept telling myself. So I got scared of a snake. And I had to be rescued by Courtney. So what?

  “Look out, Eddie. There’s a caterpillar. It might bite!” some kid called from a clump of tall weeds up ahead.

  “Give me a break!” I cried angrily.

  As I made my way along the path, the forest became a bright green blur to me. Other kids were busy adding to the lists on their work sheets.

  But I couldn’t see anything to add. The air became hot and damp. My T-shirt stuck to my back. Little white gnats flew around my face.

  I was really glad when the path ended and we stepped out near the parking lot. We had made a complete circle. The school bus stood at the edge of the grass, its door open invitingly.

  But no one was getting on the bus.

  To my surprise, I saw a big crowd of kids huddled in a circle several feet from the bus. They were standing silently, staring straight ahead.

  “What—what’s up?” I called to Charlene, who was hurrying toward the silent circle of kids.

  “It’s Courtney!” she called back.

  I began running, too.

  The kids were huddled so silently. No one moved.

  Had something terrible happened to Courtney?

  3

  What happened to her? Did she faint or something? Was she bitten by some kind of forest animal?

  I ran across the grass and pushed my way into the circle of kids.

  And I saw Courtney standing in the center of the circle, an excited smile on her face.

  I was wrong. Nothing terrible had happened to Courtney.

  She was showing off again.

  She had her hand raised and was showing everyone her open palm. Two enormous bumblebees were in her hand, walking across her palm.

  I sucked in my breath and stared along with the others.

  Courtney’s smile grew wider as her eyes landed on me.

  One of the bees had crossed her wrist and was walking down her arm. The other bee stood in the center of her palm.

  Mr. Melvin and Ms. Prince stood in the circle across from Courtney. They had admiring expressions on their faces. Mr. Melvin was smiling. Ms. Prince had her arms crossed tensely in front of her. She looked a little more worried than Mr. Melvin.

  “Bees will not sting you unless they are provoked,” Courtney said softly.

  “What do they feel like?” a kid asked.

  “They kind of tickle,” Courtney told him.

  Some kids hid their eyes. A few others groaned or shuddered.

  “Get rid of them!” someone urged.

  The bee crawled up Courtney’s arm toward the sleeve of her T-shirt. I wondered what she’d do if it crawled under her shirt.

  Would she panic then?

  Would she go totally nuts, screaming and thrashing her arms, trying to get it out?

  No. No way. Not Courtney.

  Cool, calm Courtney would never panic.

  The other bee walked slowly across her hand.

  “It tickles. It really does,” Courtney giggled. Her blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight. Her blue eyes twinkled excitedly.

  Come on, bee—sting! STING! I urged silently.

  I wondered if anyone else had the same secret wish.

  It was a mean thought, I admit. But Courtney was really asking for it.

  Come on—just one little sting! I begged, concentrating with all my might.

  The bee on her arm turned around when it reached the T-shirt sleeve and made its way back slowly toward Courtney’s elbow.

  “Bees are really very gentle,” Courtney said softly.

  Both bees were in her palm now.

  Courtney smiled at me. I felt a shiver go down my back. How does she do that? I wondered.

  I had to admit to myself that I was afraid of bees. I’d always been afraid of them, ever since I’d been stung when I was a little kid.

  “Would anyone else like to try this?” Courtney asked.

  Nervous laughter rose up from the circle. No one was crazy enough to volunteer.

  “Here, Eddie—catch!” Courtney cried.

  And before I could move or shout or duck
or do anything—she pulled back her hand and tossed both bees at me!

  4

  I screamed and stepped back.

  I heard loud gasps all around.

  One of the bees hit my shoulder and dropped to the grass.

  The other bee fluttered onto the front of Hat’s shirt and stuck there.

  “Get it off! Get it off!” Hat screamed. He shook his shirt with both hands and did a wild, frightened dance.

  Some kids were screaming. But most everyone was laughing uproariously.

  I had my eye on the bee on the grass. It buzzed loudly off the ground and made a dive for my face.

  “Whoa!” I screamed and dropped to my knees, flailing my hands above my head.

  “I think it’s time to get back to school,” I heard Mr. Melvin say over the laughter of the other kids.

  Courtney flashed me a smug grin as I walked past her down the aisle on the bus. I kept my eyes straight ahead and walked faster, ignoring her.

  Some kids were making buzzing bee sounds. Others were hissing like snakes. Everyone thought it was a total riot that Hat and I had acted like such chickens.

  I slumped down into the very last seat with a sigh. Hat dropped beside me and pulled his cap down over his eyes.

  The seat stretched all the way across the back of the bus. Molly and Charlene joined us. Charlene was chewing her bubble gum furiously. Molly was trying to unstick her gum from her braces.

  None of us said a word until the bus pulled away.

  Then we started to grumble in low voices about Courtney and what a show-off she was. “She just thinks she’s the greatest,” Hat muttered unhappily.

  “She acts as if she isn’t afraid of anything,” Charlene said. “Like she’s Superwoman or something.”

  “Throwing those bees at Eddie was a mean joke,” Molly added, still struggling to unstick the gum from her braces.

  “She knows what a chicken Eddie is,” Hat said. “She knew he’d scream and carry on like a jerk.”

  “Well, so did you!” I cried, not meaning to sound so babyish.

  “Hey, I’m on your side!” Hat insisted, giving me a shove.

  I shoved him back. I was really angry. Mostly with myself, I guess.