Arrowheads, Inc.

By Sammy Powell and Buddy Finethy

"Arrowheads, Inc." is the third book in the Fox Tree Chronicles series that follows Sissy and Little John Polk on their quest to learn the secret behind their magic arrowheads. The books are great reading for children in grades 1-6, and are "Kid Tested!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: BDI Publishers
• Release date: Sep 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781946637055

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THE FOX TREE CHRONICLES: Arrowheads, Inc.

Copyright 2019 by Sammy Powell. All rights reserved. Printed in the USA on sustainably harvested paper. No part of this book may be copied or reproduced in any form without express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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ISBN: 978-1-946637-05-5

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Illustrations by Buddy Finethy

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Chapter 1.

The Bus Ride

Sissy and her best friend Brooke climbed on board the school bus and carefully stepped over book bags and lunch boxes in the aisle as they made their way to an open seat near the back. It was the second week of September and just the third week of school, but already they had quizzes and tests to worry about. Sissy and all her friends agreed that the 8th grade was much harder than the 7th grade, and their teachers seemed determined to get them ready for high school next year.

As the bus pulled off, Brooke was talking about their math homework, but Sissy wasn’t paying much attention. Instead, she was thinking about Little John and the near disaster with the washing machine. She still had her fingers crossed, but everything seemed to be fine now, despite the close call. Their new friend Running Creek made it back home safely, and their mom hadn’t asked any questions. Sissy suspected that this was one of those times when her mom knew that SOMETHING had happened but didn’t mention it because whatever HAD happened was somehow resolved by the participants. Besides, the kitchen was spotless – how could she argue with that?

The bus chugged along while Sissy gazed out the window and Brooke looked down at her math notebook.

How’d you do that problem, Sissy? Problem six … Sissy … Sissy? How’d you do that problem? Are you listening to me? Brooke’s voice rose above the low din of other voices on the morning ride to school. Homework was almost never discussed on the way home from school in the afternoon – no one wanted to talk about it then. Plus, the afternoon bus ride was much louder, and it was harder to concentrate. On the morning ride, though, last-minute homework was a popular pastime, and a kid could get some done if they tried. Brooke was trying to focus on it, but Sissy’s thoughts were elsewhere.

Huh? Sissy answered. What’d you say?

I was asking about that math problem … the word problem … the one Mr. Heath said was tricky. Problem six, Brooke answered with a sigh.

Oh, replied Sissy, I couldn’t do that one so my dad helped me. I’ll show you how when we get to school … or get Kelli to show you. I’m sure she figured it out. She’s the math whiz not me.

Brooke put her head down and went back to work as the bus bumped along, making stops every few minutes to pick up more of their classmates. Sissy had the window seat and stared out at the world, pondering the future of the Arrowhead Club. She was the president, and she had a lot of things to do it seemed. The first item was to come up with a new name. A club just didn’t seem to fit. It worked fine for drama or art or Spanish, and things like that, but this was different. The name needed to reflect the enormity of what she and Little John had discovered. It needed to sound important so that the members didn’t think it was just another club that would hold three or four meetings and then be forgotten. The magic arrowheads were here to stay, and Sissy and Little John had them. There was no way they could forget about them, or make them go away, or pretend they never found them. They had the arrowheads, and that, as they say, was that.

The world outside rolled by Sissy’s window like a movie … it was the same world she saw each morning. Houses and houses, then the ballpark, and finally the Ten Minute Man, as all the kids called him. Actually, he wasn’t a real man but a picture of a man on a huge billboard that was about ten minutes from the school. The man was wearing a dark suit and red tie and looked important as he stared down confidently at passers-by.