coming clean典范英语八第二篇.docx

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comingclean典范英语八第二篇

第二篇ComingClean

OldBaggy-Pants

DerekandJaneywereeatingjamroly-polyinthehallandtalkingaboutMrSuch’strousers.MrSuchwastheirteacherandheworethesametrouserstoschool,dayinanddayout.

‘They’resocrumpledandbaggy,’Janeysaid.

‘Andgrubbyandthick,’saidDerek.

‘Likeapairofolddish-cloths.’

‘Andhewearsthemallthetime.’

‘Idon’tthinkhe’sgotanyothers.’

‘OldBaggy-Pants,that’swhatheis,’Derekadded,stickinghisforkintohisjamroly-poly.

‘Iwishhe’dgetsomenewones,’Janeysighed.

AtthatmomentOldBaggy-Pantshimselfcameintothehall.Janey’smouthfellopenandDerekcouldseethemashedupjamroly-polyinside.

‘What’sup’hesaid.

Janeyblinkedandpointed.TherewasMrSuchinabrandnewsuit.Aspotlesswhitesuitwithoutacreaseinit.Everyoneinthehallstoppedeatingandstaredathim.

‘Carryon,everyone,’saidMrSuch,abitredintheface.’Carryoneating.’

‘Wow!

’saidDerek,leaningacrosshisplate.‘Helookssodifferent.’

‘Helookssmart,’saidJaneyfirmly.‘Andabouttime,too.’

LaterthatafternoonJaney’sclasstroopedbackimtothehallfor.

‘Ilikethesuit,sir,’JaneytoldMrSuchastheyfiledin.

‘Thankyou,Janey.It’sforParents’Evening,really.’

‘Parents’Evening’

‘Yes,Ihavetolookmybestforthat,don’tI

‘Butthat’snottillMonday,MrSuch,’Dereksaid.

‘Iknowthat,Derek.I’mjustgettingusedtoit.’

Whiletheyweretalking,MrsVenncameoutofthekitchenwithabowlofcustardinherarms.

ShewassoshockedtoseeMrSuchinhisbrightnewsuitshegavealittlejump.‘Ohmygosh!

’shecried.

Shegrabbedoneofthehallcurtainstosteadyherself.Thecustardloopedintotheair,straightforMrSuch.

Dereksawitcomingandsteppedsmartlyintheway.ThecustardwobbledthroughtheairandfloppedagainstDerek’svest.Everyonefellsilent.Derekstoodthere,lookingsadandstunned.Andcoveredincoldcustard.

‘Welldone,Derek,’saidMrSuch.‘You’vesavedmybrandnewsuit.’

Derektriedtosmilebutbythenthecustardwasoozingintohisshorts.

Afterbreak,MrSuchchangedbackintohisdish-clothtrousers.

‘Pleasekeepclearofthis,’hesaid,hanginghisnewsuitonthecupboarddoor.‘Keepwellclear.’

ALovelygreencolour

Thelastlessonofthedaywasart.Theyhadtopaintinterestingfaces.Janeywasdoingamonster.Sheputblood–shotbitsinhiseyes,aboltthroughhisneckandgreenstuffcomingoutofhisnose.Shewaspleasedwiththegreenstuff,butshe’dmixeduptoomuch.SheaskedDerekifhewantedsome.

‘Idon’tneedanygreenstuff,Janey,’hesaid.‘I’mdoingafootballer.’

‘Well,hecouldhavegreenstuffcomingoutofhisnose,couldn’the’shesaid.

‘No,’saidDerek.‘Hecouldn’t.’

‘Youcoulduseitforthebackground.Likegrass.’

‘I’mnothavingmyfootballerrunningaroundongreenstufffromamonster’snose,thankyou,’saidDerek.

HenudgedJaney’selbow,andgreenstuffspilledoverthedesk.

Hetriedtostopittricklingontothefloor.

Thenhereachedbehindhimandrubbedhishandsonthetowel.Exceptthatitwasn’tthetowel.

‘Oh,’hesaidquietly.‘WhathaveIdone’

JaneycouldseewhathadhadwipedhishandsonMrSuch’snewtrousers.

‘You’vedoneitnow,’shesaid.‘OldBaggy-Pants’llgoupthewallwhenheseesthis.’

MrSuchwasontheothersideoftheroom.Helookedupandsmiledatthem.

‘Areyougettingonallright,youtwo’heasked.

‘Yes,thandyou,sir,’saidJaneybrightly.

Shedidn’tdaretellhimthetruth.

Shegrabbedsomepaperandstartedtorubatthegreenmarks.

‘Youdaftclod,’saidDerek,‘you’remakingthemworse.They’retwiceasbignow.’

Theywere.JaneylookedatDerekandthoughthard.

‘There’sonlyonethingforitnow,’shesaid.

‘What’sthat’

‘Putthembackonthehanger.Thenwecancleanthemupafterschool.’

WhenMrSuchcameovertolookattheirpictures,thesuitwasstillswingslightlyonthecupboarddoor.

‘Oh,’hesaid.‘Ilovethatshadeofgreen,Janey.That’salovelycolour.’

AthometimeMrSuchpotteredaroundforagesandwouldnotleavethemontheirown.Theystackedchairsasslowlyaschairshaveeverbeenstacked.Then,atlast,hewanderedofftothestaffroom.

Derekdartedovertothesinkandturnedonthetaps.Janeygrabbedthetrousersandflungthemacrosstheroomathim.Hecaughtthemandplungedthemintthesimk.Hegrabbedaplastcbottleandsquirtedithardatthetrousers.

‘Whatareyoudoing’Janeyyelled.

‘Washing-upliquid,’saidDerek.‘That’llgetstainsout.’

‘That’snotwashing-upliquid,Derek.That’sglue.’

AlmostatoncetheyheardMrSuchoutsidethedoor.Hecameinwearinghisanorakandcycleclips.DerekandJaneystoodsidebysideinfrontofthesink.

‘Oh,’saidMrSuch,‘Areyoustillhere’

‘Nearlyfinished,sir,’Janeysaid,andtriedtosmile.

‘Well,itlookstidytome.Ishouldrunoffhomenow.’

Hewentovertothejacketonthecupboarddoor.

‘Don’t,’saidDerek.

‘Don’t,what’

‘Don’t,’takethesuit,’

‘Whyevernot’

‘Because…because…’

‘Becauseyoumightgetitdirty,’Janeysaid.‘It’llbesaferifyouleaveithere.Won’tit,Derek

Dereknodded.MrSuchlookedpuzzled.Hishandwasstillhalfwaytothejacket.

‘Itmightfalloffyourbike,’Janeyadded.‘Andlandonaheapofrubbishorsomething.’

MrSuchloweredhishand.

‘Well,’hesaid,‘youmightberight.Idon’twantanymoreaccidents.’

Whenhe’dgone,theyputthetrousersinaplasticbagandsmuggledthemofftoDerek’shouse.

Theythrewthetrousersinthekitchensinkandcoveredthemwithhotwaterandwashingpowder.Theyscrubbedthemwithastiffbrush,abarofsoapandawirything.Thewaterfoamedintoapileofbubblesashighastheirelbows.

‘Isitworking’Janeyasked.

Derekflappedthebubblesoutofthewayandlookedintothesink.

‘Stillgreen,’hegroaned.

Theysquirtedwashing-upliquid,polishandfloorcleanerinthesink,buttheydidn’tworkeither.

‘Maybeweshouldbashthemaboutlikeawashingmachine,’saidDerek.

SotheyranoutsidandbashedthetrousersupanddownonDerek’sgardenpath.Butthatjustpickedupmoredirt.AndJaneythoughttheywerebeginningtoshrink.

‘There’sonlyonethingforitnow,’shesaid.

‘What’sthat’

‘We’llhavetotakethemtothedry-cleaners.’

Thehero

NextdaywasSaturday.DerekandJaneycaughtthefirstbusintotown.Thetrouserssatontheseatbetweenthem,screweduptightinaplasticbag.Janeycouldhardlybeartolookatthem.

Theywaitedtillthedry–cleanerswasemptyandthenmarchedin.Janeysmiledatthegirlandthegirlsmiledback.

‘Thetrousers,Derek,’Janeysaid.

‘Whataboutthem’

‘Handthemover.’

‘Ican’t.’

‘Whynot’

‘Becauseyou’vegotthem.’

‘NoIhaven’t.Youhave.’

Foramomentortwotheystoodtherestaringateachother.ThenDerekblinkedandsaidinaquietvoice,‘Janey,thye’restillonthebus.’

Threehourslater,tiredandfedup,theyarrievedatthebusstation.Theywalkedupanddowntilltheysawtheirbus.Itwasparkedinacorneroftheyardwithtwofeetstickingoutfromunderit.

‘Excuseme,’Janeysaidtothefeet,‘weleftsomethingonyourbusthismorning,’

Thefeetwriggledoutandamanstoodup,blinking.Hewipedhishandsonanoilyrag.

‘Whatwasit’hesaid.

‘Apairoftrousers,’saidDerek.

‘No,’saidtheman.’Ihaven’tseenanytrousersonthisbus.Onlytheonespeoplewerewearing.’

Heshookhisheadandtossedtheoilyragintoabox.Asitsailedthroughtheair,alegunfoldedfromthegrubbybundle.Alegwithgreenstainsonit.

‘Theretheyare!

’Janeycried.

‘Well,well,well,’saidtheman.’Inevernoticedthatbefore.’

Derekfishedthetrousersoutoftheboxontheendofaspanner.Heheldthemuptoexaminethem.

‘Ohdear,’hesaid.‘They’reworsethanever.’Janeysighed.

‘What’sthat’

‘We’llhavetoownup.’

OnMondayDerekandJaneygottoschoolearly.Theyslippedintotheclassroomandtookthetrousersoutofthebag.

TheysawtheoilfromthebusandthedirtfromDerek’ssawtheglueandthegreenpaint.Theylookedateachotherandsighed.

‘Wehavetodoit,’saidJaney.‘Wehavetotellthetruth.’

ThentheyputthetrousersbackothehangerandwentofftolookforMrSuch.

Theyfoundhiminthehall.

‘Janey,Derek,’saidMrSuchwithasmile.‘What’sallthis’

‘It’syoursuit,MrSuchwithasmile.‘What’sallthis’

‘It’syoursuit,MrSuch,’Janeysaidbravely.‘We’vegotsomethingtotellyou.’

Butbeforeshecouldsayanotherword,MrsVennburstintothehallandgrabbedMrSuchbyhisarm.

‘Chips!

Chips!

’shescreamed.

‘Nothankyou,MrsVenn,’saidMrSuch.‘It’stooearlyinthemorningforchips.’

‘No,no,MrSuch.Thechipsinthekitchen!

They’reonfire!

’

‘What’

MrSuchhurriedovertothekitchendoorsandpushedthemopen.Acloudofbluesmokerolledintothehall.

‘Myword!

’hesaid,andbackedawayagain.

‘Chucksomewateronit,sir!

’squeakedDerek.

‘Youcan’tdothat,’saidMrSuch.‘Waterwillmakeitworse.Ineedaclothorsomethingtosmothertheflames.’

ThenhesawthesuitdanglingongitshangerfromJaney’sfinger.

‘Ithinkthere’sonlyonethingforit,MrSuch,’saidjaney,andMrSuchgrabbedthesuit.

Ofcoursethesuitwasruined.Itturnedintoamangledmessofsmokeandgrease.JaneytriedtotellMrSuchaboutthegreenstainsandhowtheytriedtocleanthemoff.ButMrSuchdidn’treallylisten.

‘Nevermind,’hekeptsaying.‘Nevermindaboutthat.’

MrSuchwastheheroofthehoursohewasratherpleasedwithhimself.Theheadpromisedhimanotherbrandnewsuitandhewaspleasedwihthat,too.

‘Jollygood,’saidMrSuch,‘Icangetanice,brightwhiteone.’

‘Oh,don’tdothat,’saidJ