{"product_id":"mr-terupt-falls-again-isbn-9780307930460","title":"Mr. Terupt Falls Again","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe   kids and teacher of \u003ci\u003eBecause of Mr. Terupt\u003c\/i\u003e are back in this warm-hearted sequel filled with unique   characters every reader can relate to. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One teacher changed their lives. Now the class   will need to change his.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mr. Terupt’s class is spending one more year with him before they graduate   and head off to junior high. But for seven students, sixth grade comes with   its own set of challenges. Peter's parents expect him to attend private   school after sixth-grade, but \u003cb\u003ePeter\u003c\/b\u003e has plans to stay right where he is. Eager to grow up, \u003cb\u003eAlexia\u003c\/b\u003e gets in over her head with   some older kids. \u003cb\u003eDanielle\u003c\/b\u003e suspects that her family is keeping a secret from her, and she's determined   to find out what it is. \u003cb\u003eJeffrey\u003c\/b\u003e makes a life-changing discovery. Curious about her teacher's   past,\u003cb\u003e Jessica\u003c\/b\u003e uncovers   startling details about Mr. Terupt. \u003cb\u003eAnna\u003c\/b\u003e finally decides she's ready for the truth about her absent   dad. And \u003cb\u003eLuke's\u003c\/b\u003e keen   observations lead to questions with unexpected answers. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's a roller coaster of a year as Mr. Terupt helps his students be the   best they can be—and enlists their help to pull off an extra-special project.   But are happy endings on the horizon? Or will everyone fall all over   again?\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Spend more time at Snow Hill School with \u003ci\u003eBecause   of Mr. Terupt\u003c\/i\u003e and\u003ci\u003e Saving   Mr. Terupt\u003c\/i\u003e! And don't miss the conclusion to the   series, \u003ci\u003eGoodbye, Mr. Terupt\u003c\/i\u003e, coming soon!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A skillful meshing of characters and story lines makes for \u003cb\u003eanother great read.\u003c\/b\u003e\"--\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\"This   sequel can be read on its own. Moving and real.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus   Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A surprising and totally satisfying sequel. The   voices ring true.” —John Irving\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e Praise for \u003ci\u003eBecause of   Mr. Terupt:\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e An NPR Backseat Book Club Selection\u003cbr\u003e An E. B. White Read-Aloud Honor Book\u003cbr\u003e Nominated for 17 State Book Awards\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Even the accident toward which this novel is inevitably headed is no   accident; it is as masterfully set up and skillfully concealed as the rest of   this riveting story.” —John Irving\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e *\u003c\/b\u003e “The characters are authentic and the short chapters are skillfully   arranged to keep readers moving headlong toward the satisfying conclusion.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e,   Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “This powerful and emotional story is likely to spur discussion.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “No one is perfect in this feel-good story, but everyone benefits,   including sentimentally inclined readers.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus   Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Compelling. . . . Readers will find much to ponder on the power of   forgiveness.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003eRob Buyea taught third- and fourth-graders in Bethany, Connecticut, for six years before moving to Massachusetts, where he taught high school biology and coached wrestling for seven years at Northfield Mount Hermon. \u003ci\u003eMr. Terupt Falls Again \u003c\/i\u003eis the companion novel to \u003ci\u003eBecause of Mr. Terupt \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eSaving Mr. Terupt\u003c\/i\u003e. Currently, Rob is a full-time writer and lives in North Andover, Massachusetts, with his wife and three daughters.\u003c\/p\u003eSummer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Peter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was one of those farts that stunk so bad you could taste it. One of those that made your eyes water and forced you to tuck your nose under your shirt collar. It must have been hot and steamy coming out, because there’s no other explanation for its horrid stench. I know, it sounds like your classic silent-but-deadly--it wasn’t. Her fart ripped like a firecracker when it went off. That’s right--it wasn’t me! It was Lexie!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She dropped her stink bomb one day during the summer when we were helping Mr. T move our old classroom down to the sixth-grade annex. After last year, I wanted to spend all my time with Mr. T. I didn’t want a day to go by that I wasn’t with him. That’s why I spent my vacation helping him with the move. Besides, Mom and Dad weren’t around. They were working all the time--even in the summer, business called. And my older brother, Richard, was off doing his own thing, which was DJing. He had his own equipment and did small parties, birthdays mostly. It wasn’t like we needed the money, and Mom and Dad didn’t force him to get a job, but that’s what he did. He said it helped him get the girls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lexie and I weren’t the only ones choosing to hang with Mr. T. Anna and Ms. Newberry helped a lot, and Jeffrey showed up some, too. There weren’t a lot of other people around school in the beginning, just our custodians, office staff, and our principal, Mrs. Williams.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was on my way to our classroom one morning and stopped to take a leak before heading upstairs. There was a bathroom around the corner from the office that no one ever used, a small bathroom with a single urinal and stall. I don’t know what possessed me, but I’ve always liked to mess around in bathrooms. Old habits die hard. I walked in and the stall door stared back at me with a funny look on its face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hi‑ya!” I yelled, running and throwing a roundhouse karate kick at my target. I didn’t actually know martial arts, but I’d seen the move on TV. The door banged open and slammed shut after ricocheting off the wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Ahh!” someone screamed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Huh! I didn’t expect anybody to be in there. Like I said, no one ever uses this bathroom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Peter, I’m gonna kill you!” Jeffrey barged out of the stall. I had scared the snot out of him, all right--I could tell. He must have sprayed everywhere. He had wet spots all over his pants. I wanted to laugh, but Jeffrey glared at me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I backed to the door. “I--I didn’t know you were in there. I swear.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You better grow eyes in the back of your head,” he warned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I yanked the door open and hurried upstairs while Jeffrey stayed behind, probably to dry his pants. I got to work helping Mr. T.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If you’ve ever moved, then you know it’s all about boxes. Packing boxes, lifting boxes, and unpacking boxes. Boxes, boxes, and more boxes. After a while I got sick of them, so I tried cramming one with as much as I could fit, thinking that more stuff in each box would mean less boxes all together in the end. Luke, our class brainiac, would have been proud of my smarts. The problem was, I forgot about needing to lift the box after jamming it full of books and anything else I could get inside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Peter, you’ve got too much in there,” Anna warned. “You should take some stuff out.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I liked Anna and all, but I wasn’t about to listen to a girl. I managed to pick the box up after almost getting a hernia, but then the stupid bottom fell out. I stood there like a dork, holding an empty cardboard box with junk all around my feet. Mr. T and Ms. Newberry got a good chuckle, and I know Anna had to bite her tongue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After the super-heavy box strategy failed, I decided I’d take two normal-sized boxes and stack them one on top of the other. My idea was that two at once would lead to fewer box trips. Luke would have been proud again. The problem this time wasn’t that they were too heavy, but that I couldn’t see very well. I got the two lifted and started on my way, but I didn’t make it very far before I ran into one of the classroom desks. The corner hit me right in the you-know-what. I dropped the boxes and balled up on the ground, groaning and holding my privates. You’d think a boy would get some sympathy from a male teacher after an injury like that, but Mr. T had a funny way of showing he cared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Ahh, c’mon. You’re all right, Peter,” he said. “They’re just peanuts.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even with my injury, he made me smile. Of course everyone else thought it was hysterical, especially Lexie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Ohh, poor Peter’s peanuts,” she sang. “Hey, it’s a tongue twister. Poor Peter’s Peanuts. Poor Peter’s--”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Okay, Lexie,” Mr. T said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She thought it was a riot. She couldn’t stop laughing. And then she got to laughing so hard that she farted--right out loud! A real stinker! Served her right. Lexie turned bright red in the face. I wasn’t about to let her off easy by pretending nothing had happened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Oh my God!” I yelled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What now?” Mr. T asked, looking up from the box he had gone back to packing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Peter farted,” Lexie was quick to say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What! No way! That was you!” I was ready to wring her neck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That’s classic cover‑up, Peter,” she said. “Blaming someone else.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Are you nuts?!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We know you hurt your peanuts,” she said. “We’re sorry.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That’s enough, you two,” Mr. T said. “Someone farted. I don’t care who, just don’t do it again. It stinks.” He covered his nose with his shirt and so did a laughing Ms. Newberry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lexie flashed me her devil smile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Better go check your underwear after that one,” I whispered. The only good thing about her fart was that it somehow made me forget about my privates hurting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And so went my summer: watch out for Jeffrey, deal with Lexie, and hang with Mr. T. I had a good time.","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302930731237,"sku":"NP9780307930460","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780307930460.jpg?v=1767733053","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/mr-terupt-falls-again-isbn-9780307930460","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}