Magic Tree House
Junie B. Jones
An engaging and original novel about friendship, courage and loss from a writer who knows what fascinates teenagers.
Derwent Drive was known as the longest creep; twenty-five houses all in a row, no bends, no kinks. And no Creeper had ever done the lot. But Jamie and I reckoned we could do it. Jamie was the best Creeper around. And he was the best Buddie you could have.
Ever heard about “creeping” before? Probably not. Nobody really talks about it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. It does. Creeping over back fences all the way down a street without getting caught, without being hurt. It happens more than you might think. It’s probably happening somewhere tonight.