Lucky Cap Read Free Page B

speed, the wind got under the visor of my cap and started to lift it. My hands went up like lightning and grabbed it tight. Nothing was ever going to separate me from my magic.
    Or so I believed…

    I thought about keeping a journal so I wouldn’t forget any of the amazing things that we were going to do, but that felt too schoolish, so instead I texted the info to Kai. Kai saved all my messages and showed them to me when I got back. Here’s some of the amazingest ones, in the order I sent them:
    frisco! cable car! alcatraz!!!
    HOTEL!! room service! day n nite!!!
    boogie boarded in pac ocean! B-)… saw WHALE!!! i think…
    hiked big sur in cool nu kap boots!!!
    snorkeld in montarey!!!
    cable video games in room… wieght room… pool.
    crash on hwy! fire! scary!!! :-o
    saw U2!!! old guys but amazing!! almost met bono!!!
    parasurfing!!!!!!!!!!
    met lebron james!!!! he signed my kap cap!!
    130 in deth vally! all hail a/c!!!
    ginormus water park!!! :-D
    hollywood!! studio tour got u suvineer
    guess who got jack blacks autograf?!! hes really fat
    hollywood kap store… indoor rappids!!!
    1 word… disneyland!!!
    water sking on lake tahoe!!!
    snow sking in teh summer!!!
    camped on beach… elk! ur not sposed to look em in the eye… i didn’t… evan did… brave dude!!… nuthin happend :-(
    hiked in rain forest! it didnt rain :-\
    seattle… space needle! mariners game!
    DEFINITLY saw a whale this time!!!! dad sawit to
    did u know the eifel tower was in vegas? it is!!! :-o
    hoover DAM!! really big DAM!! DAM!! ;-)
    touch football w/ dad evan n kap guys!!!
    hanglided!!! wo!!! wish u were here!!!
    I didn’t really mean that last bit, but I didn’t want him to know I was glad he wasn’t with us. It was nice to have someone at home to tell about all the cool things I was doing, someone who would be totally jealous. Kai was perfect for that.
    Dad and I got to hang out together a lot, which we never got to do at home, because he was always working or helping the Sisterhood with their many, many issues. As it turns out, he’s a good guy to hang with. He wasn’t so fussy about stuff, like Mom is. He didn’t bother me about baths or changing my clothes or picking up my things. He never said I should avoid junk food or fried food or fast food or carbs. He never checked fat or sugar content on labels. He never nagged me about watching too much TV or playing video games too much. He was kind of cool.
    We bonded, as they say, but in a real guy way, a way he and the Sisterhood could never bond, because they weren’t guys, like we were. This might sound totally cheesy, but of all the amazing things we did on the trip, getting so much one-on-one time with my dad was probably the best.
    I was right. That did sound cheesy.
    â€œDad, this is the best time I’ve ever had with you,” I blurted out once when we were standing in line for a roller coaster. “Then again, it’s the best time I’ve ever had.”
    â€œI’m having a ball, too, Enz,” he answered. “Let’s enjoy it while it lasts. It’ll be over before you know it.”
    Before I knew it, it was over.

3. Big Changes
    After we checked out of the hotel in Sacramento, Evan and Dad had one more call to make, in Stockton, before we headed home. I stayed in the car. I wasn’t pouting. Pouting is a tactic for getting your parents to do what you want them to do, and there was nothing my dad or mom could do this time. Parents may have all the power in a family, but even they are powerless when it comes to school. School tells parents what to do.
    I didn’t stay in the car to pout. I was mourning the loss of the most amazingest summer vacation in the history of summer vacations. I was grieving the death of total, supreme, nonstop fun.
    Evan and Dad didn’t pout or mourn. That’s because their joyride wasn’t over. They would get to keep driving around in a