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Jim Nasium Is a Soccer Goofball
Jim Nasium Is a Soccer Goofball
Jim Nasium Is a Soccer Goofball
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Jim Nasium Is a Soccer Goofball

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Jim Nasium is ready to try his hand (or foot) at the world's game - soccer! There's only one problem... he can't stop using his hands!
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Release dateAug 1, 2015
ISBN9781496524713
Jim Nasium Is a Soccer Goofball

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    Jim Nasium Is a Soccer Goofball - Marty McKnight

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    Chapter One

    THE SQUEALS ON THE BUS

    My best friend, Milo, and I ran across the school parking lot and climbed onto a big yellow bus. We were both completely out of breath.

    Jim, why did your mom get us here so late? Milo asked, gasping for air.

    I shrugged. She was talking to your mom, and your mom talks a lot!

    Milo and I took a seat. Meanwhile, everyone else was jumping around, squealing and yelling.

    TWEEEEEEET! A whistle suddenly blared throughout the bus.

    I looked up and spotted Coach Pittman stomping down the aisle.

    Good morning, ladies and gentleman! he said. Is everyone ready for today’s big game?

    YAY! we all cheered.

    Coach Pittman was taking the entire class on a field trip to a soccer match. The Bennett City Blazers were taking on the Dodge City Strikers. It was sure to be a great game!

    Okay, everyone, quiet down! the coach shouted. I need to take attendance and make sure we don’t leave anyone behind! So don’t answer if you’re not here. He chuckled.

    Coach Pittman pulled out a clipboard and a pen. Then he began calling off names alphabetically.

    Tim Adamson, he said, checking off the first name on his list.

    My archenemy, Bobby Studwell, interrupted. Unfortunately, Timmy couldn’t make it, Coach, he said. He’s sick.

    That’s funny, I thought. Timmy was sitting directly across the aisle from Milo and me.

    No, I’m not! Timmy spoke up. "I’m here, Coach. I’m not — AH-AH-AH-CHOO! — sick."

    Then stop snotting all over everyone! shouted Bobby.

    I can’t help it!

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