Secret Agent 6th Grader Quotes

“pimple,” she whispered.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“If I had known that cookie was going to change the course of my entire life, I never would’ve grabbed it from the floor.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“I looked up and saw the faces of kids as I walked by, imagining that they had giant beaks for noses. Someone sneezed from a few feet away. I LOL’d because it sounded like a squawk from a chicken.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“last period class, English. His name was Chase Cooper. “Sorry, Chase. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Chase grinned, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s not a problem,” he said. “I mean, my ninja skills might be affected, but for only a day.” I laughed at his joke. Ninja skills? Can you imagine that? Ninjas at Buchanan School? That’ll be the day. “Chase, are you coming?” a girl shouted from the other end of the lobby. It was Zoe, his”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“Every journey starts with a single step, right?” she asked. “And a hero is born during the journey – not at the end of it.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“There are some things in life we can’t choose.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“She held tight to my arm and forced me to follow her to the door. Before”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“adventure. Or maybe it’s just because I’m dumb. “No. I don’t know anything about Linus that might help you.” Colton folded his hands and exhaled slowly. “That’s a shame, because you seemed like a kid with common sense.” He stood from the desk and cracked his knuckles. I didn’t know what he was planning on doing, and luckily I didn’t have to find out. The speaker by the door crackled, and a girl’s voice spoke loud and clear. “Colton, to the front office please. Your bike is parked in a tow away zone. Colton, to the front office immediately.” “Blazes!” Colton shouted as he hopped off his seat. “My bike is in trouble?” As Colton started walking to the front door of the art room, I managed to sneak a peek at the page he had written notes on. The manila folder was open on the desk next to me. The paper on top was filled with chicken scratched words and doodles that looked like blueprints. Paper clipped to that sheet was my school picture. What the heck was my picture doing in his folder? Stopping at the door, Colton flipped around and headed back to the desk. Slapping the folder shut, he slid it along until it fell into his hand. “Don’t want to leave this thing sitting out, do we?” I didn’t answer, watching as he left the room. Before he disappeared out of view, I saw him say something to the”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“My”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“My name is Brody Valentine and this is the story of how”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“Through the window, I saw Sebastian glare at me. I was almost afraid that his eyes were going to crack the glass.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“we talk about what happens to a zombie if a vampire bites them. He thinks the zombie would be cured because they’d become a vampire. But a zombie’s already dead, right? So that means the vampire just sucked zombie blood, which would turn the vampire into a zombie!”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“Is watching me from a distance some kind of hobby now? Like ‘bird watching,’ except it’s called ‘nerd watching?”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“candidates even had a chance. He’s awesome at sports, has a cheerleader girlfriend, is getting an A plus plus in social studies, has never needed braces, has a thick head of hair, owns two dogs, and somehow has tons of money. He’s the perfect sixth grader.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“President Sebastian was the newly elected school president of Buchanan. He’s an easygoing kid with a smile that’ll make you trust him with your life. He’s also a bit of a smooth talker, which is probably why he won the election so easily. They say he can sell ice to Eskimos. None of the other candidates even had a chance. He’s awesome at sports, has a cheerleader girlfriend, is getting an A plus plus in social studies, has never needed braces, has a thick head of hair, owns two dogs, and somehow has tons of money. He’s the perfect sixth grader.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“floor. Sebastian spun in place and stared at the concrete, looking for the source of the noise. Linus and I also scanned the ground, but couldn’t see anything. And”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“I’ll have you know I get a”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“brush her hair or something? “Valentine!” she said as she waved at me. She glanced down the hallway, and spoke in a hushed whisper. “Hurry up!”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“comforted.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“Their captain, Gavin, knows,” Colton said. “But he’s the only one that does.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“pinched my nose shut and gasped for breath through my mouth. “What is that? OMG, it smells like my grandma’s bathroom after we eat burritos!” Linus jumped up from his chair and”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“And then the worst smell in the history of all smells entered my nose. It smelled like a sewage plant had exploded next to a graveyard of fish, and the fish just finished having a dirty diaper fight, all in front of a pile of burning tires. It. Was. Awful.”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader

“Maddie snapped her head up. “Five! The name is Mister High Five! I’m a substitute teacher today, thank you very much.” Mrs. Olsen curled her lip. “Oh really? Mister High Five?”
― Marcus Emerson, Secret Agent 6th Grader