The Adventures of Stunt Boy and His Amazing Wonder Dog Blindfold by Lollie Barr

Stunt.
    Then I fell asleep but I can’t remember any of my dreams.

15
    Let there be an email from Caleb
    T oday was a much better day than yesterday, although it started off awesome, then got terrible and then got awesome again. So where do I start? It was Sunday, which meant that I got to sleep in, which was good because I was exhausted from pretending to be sick yesterday and my mind chatting to me for half the night. I didn’t wake up until 10.30 am.
    There was no sign in the caravan of Jem. I had some breakfast and went into Dad’s room to see if Caleb had replied.
    Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he got loads of emails from kids like me asking for help.
    I sat down on Dad’s red leather swivel chair and held onto the silver handles and spun around as the computer booted up, my mind chanting, ‘Let there be an email from Caleb, let there be an email from Caleb.
    â€˜Let there be an email from Caleb,’ said my mind one last time and I clicked open the inbox and guess what? There was an email from Caleb right there in my inbox!
    I held my breath as I opened it, hoping that it would be good news.
    Stunt Boy,
    Young sir! Apologies for taking a few days to reply. I was travelling and wasn’t checking my emails. How’s it hanging, mini stuntman? Of course, I remember you! How could I forget a kid named Stunt? I wish my name was Stunt but you got there first, so I’ll have to deal with being plain old Caleb! Another reason I can’t forget you is that you blew my mind with how well you ride. I wasn’t as good as you at your age. Your sister is pretty hot as well. I mean that hula-hooping fire act is totally radical.
    Total commiserations about your dad, man. I did hear about his accident. That totally sucks. As I told you, when I was a five-year-old kid my mum took me to see Stoked and it changed my life. It got me into bikes and acrobatics.
    Every town should have a stunt circus like yours. I can’t let one of the few remaining stunt circuses go out of business! So I’m coming to Stoked! Stoked? You should be. My manager is going nuts saying that I shouldn’t be playing little stunt circuses like yours, but it’s my holiday, so I told him that I was going to do whatever I liked.
    I got my driver’s licence earlier this year, so I can drive my own truck down with my bikes, gear and stuff. You can have me every night for two weeks. I arrive next week. I’m pumped for a good time. Just riding and hanging; eating and chilling and saving Stoked Stunt Circus! Remember, I’m on holidays, so don’t expect me to get up before 11 am. Are you cool with that?
    See you then! Caleb JJJ
    PS: say hey to your sister for me!!!!!!!
    â€˜Wooohooooo!’ I yelled and started spinning around in circles on the chair until I was dizzy. Then I re-read the email to make sure I had it right. I did have it right! Caleb Calloway was coming to Stoked for two whole weeks.
    â€˜Caleb’s coming to Stoked, Caleb’s coming to Stoked,’ I chanted as I did a kind of hula dance around the caravan. Blindfold looked at me like I was mad. I couldn’t wait to tell Jem and I knew exactly where she’d be – over at the big top, working on a new trick on the trapeze, or bending her body as if she was a snake eating its own head.
    Jem is one of those people that my dad says has discipline. That means that she will work on her act and her studies without someone saying, ‘Come on, time for practise, Jem’, or ‘Time to hit the books’. She does stuff without ever having to be asked. She even practises on Sundays.
    My sister and I are not very alike in that department. Jem gets upset that she has to nag me and says stuff like, ‘Stunt, I’m not your mum, I’m your sister. Please don’t make me nag you to study/practise/clean your room/eat your dinner/take a shower,’ and I tell her to shut up and not to nag me, but I’m secretly