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Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page iPraise forFreak the Mighty:“A small classic, funny-sad, page-turning andmemorable. Suspenseful, touching and swiftlypersuasive about its most unusual central characters,this remarkable book takes you through darkterritory, but is written with humour and simplicity.It celebrates language, loyalty and imagination, andleaves you smiling.”The Sunday Times“As funny as it is touching and convincing.”The Guardian“Moving and inspirational.”Funday Times“Uplifting.”The Bookseller“A heart-breaking tale. Freak the Mighty offerseverything you could possibly wish for in a novel.Get reading now and prepare to sob your heart out.”Red House“This is an exciting and emotional read. Highlyrecommended.”Carousel

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page ii“An incredibly moving, often witty story. a wonderfulbook.”www.ottakers.co.uk“A captivating, memorable story.”Glasgow Sunday Herald“I’m not a reader easily brought to tears, but this onemade me cry.”Books For Keeps“This book was excellent Read this book!”Teen Titles Book Review Magazine“An uplifting and utterly compelling tale.”Junior Education“This is a gripping, heart-warming story, full oftenderness and laughs cleverly mixed with some scaryand tragic moments. You may want to keep a hankiehandy!”Primary TimesAn American Library Association Best Bookfor Young AdultsA Judy Lopez Memorial Award Honour Book

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Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page ivThis edition first published in the UK in 2004 by Usborne Publishing Ltd.,Usborne House, 83-85 Saffron Hill, London EC1N 8RT, England.www.usborne.comCopyright 1993 by Rodman Philbrick.All rights reserved. Published by arrangement with Scholastic Inc.,557 Broadway, New York, NY 10012, USAThe right of Rodman Philbrick to be identified as the author of this workhas been asserted by him in accordance with theCopyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.The name Usborne and the devicesare Trade Marks ofUsborne Publishing Ltd.All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, storedin a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic,mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without theprior permission of the publisher.This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are productsof the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblanceto actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.JFMAMJJASON /06ISBN 9780746087251Printed in Great Britain.

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page vTo the real Kevin,and the real Gwen, with love.

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Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 1The Unvanquished Truth 1I never had a brain until Freak came along and letme borrow his for a while, and that’s the truth, thewhole truth. The unvanquished truth, is how Freakwould say it, and for a long time it was him who didthe talking. Except I had a way of saying things withmy fists and my feet even before we became Freakthe Mighty, slaying dragons and fools and walkinghigh above the world.Called me Kicker for a time – this was day care,the year Gram and Grim took me over – and I hada thing about booting anyone who dared to touchme. Because they were always trying to throw a hugon me, like it was a medicine I needed.Gram and Grim, bless their pointed little heads,they’re my mother’s people, her parents, and theyfigured whoa! better put this little critter with other1

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 2FREAK THE MIGHTYlittle critters his own age, maybe it will improve histemper.Yeah, right! Instead, what happened, I inventedgames like kick-boxing and kick-knees and kickfaces and kick-teachers, and kick-the-other-littleday-care-critters, because I knew what a rotten liethat hug stuff was. Oh, I knew.That’s when I got my first look at Freak, that yearof the phoney hugs. He didn’t look so different backthen, we were all of us pretty small, right? But hewasn’t in the playroom with us every day, just nowand then he’d show up. Looking sort of fierce ishow I remember him. Except later it was Freakhimself who taught me that remembering is a greatinvention of the mind, and if you try hard enoughyou can remember anything, whether it reallyhappened or not.So maybe he wasn’t really all that fierce in daycare, except I’m pretty sure he did hit a kid with hiscrutch once, whacked the little brat pretty good.And for some reason little Kicker never got aroundto kicking little Freak.Maybe it was those crutches kept me fromlashing out at him, man those crutches were cool. Iwanted a pair for myself. And when little Freakshowed up one day with these shiny braces strapped2

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 3T H E U N VA N Q U I S H E D T R U T Hto his crooked legs, metal tubes right up to his hips,why those were even more cool than crutches.“I’m Robot Man,” little Freak would go, makingthese weird robot noises as he humped himselfaround the playground. Rrrr. . .rrr. . .rrr. . .like hehad robot motors inside his legs, going rrrrr. . .rrrr. . .rrrr, and this look, like don’t mess with me, man,maybe I got a laser cannon hidden inside these legbraces, smoke a hole right through you. Noquestion, Freak was hooked on robots even backthen, this little guy two feet tall, and already heknew what he wanted.Then for a long time I never saw Freak any more,one day he just never came back to day care, and thenext thing I remember I’m like in the third grade orsomething and I catch a glimpse of this yellowhaired kid scowling at me from one of those cripplevans. Man, they were death-ray eyes, and I think,hey, that’s him, the robot boy, and it was like whoa!because I’d forgotten all about him, day care was ablank place in my head, and nobody had called meKicker for a long time.Mad Max they were calling me, or Max Factor, orthis one butthead in L.D. class called me Maxi Pad,until I persuaded him otherwise. Gram and Grimalways called me Maxwell, though, which is3

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 4FREAK THE MIGHTYsupposed to be my real name, and sometimes Ihated that worst of all. Maxwell, ugh.Grim out in the kitchen one night, after supperwhispering to Gram had she noticed how muchMaxwell was getting to look like Him? Which is theway he always talked about my father, who hasmarried his dear departed daughter and produced,eek eek, Maxwell. Grim never says my father’s name,just Him, like his name is too scary to say.It’s more than just the way Maxwell resembleshim, Grim says that night in the kitchen, the boy islike him, we’d better watch out, you never knowwhat he might do while we’re sleeping. Like hisfather did. And Gram right away shushes him andsays don’t ever say that, because little pictures havebig ears, which makes me run to the mirror to seeif it is my ears made me look like Him.What a butthead, huh?Well, I was a butthead, because like I said, I neverhad a brain until Freak moved down the street. Thesummer before eighth grade, right? That’s thesummer I grew so fast that Grim said we’d best letthe boy go barefoot, he’s exploding out of his shoes.That barefoot summer when I fell down a lot, andthe weirdo robot boy with his white-yellow hair andhis weird fierce eyes moved into the duplex down4

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 5T H E U N VA N Q U I S H E D T R U T Hthe block with his beautiful brown-haired mum,the Fair Gwen of Air.Only a falling-down goon would think that washer real name, right?Like I said.Are you paying attention here? Because you don’teven know yet how we got to be Freak the Mighty.Which was pretty cool, even if I do say so myself.5

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 62 Up from theDown UnderThat summer, let’s see, I’m still living in thebasement, my own private down under, in the littleroom Grim built for me there. Glued up this cheappanelling, right? It sort of buckles away from theconcrete cellar walls, a regular ripple effect, but doI complain about the crummy panelling, or the rugthat smells like low tide? I do not. Because I like itin the down under, got the place all to myself andno fear of Gram sticking her head in the door andsaying Maxwell dear, what are you doing?Not that I ever do much of anything. Grim has itfixed in his head I’m at a dangerous age and theyneed to keep me under observation. Like I mightmake bombs or start a fire. Or whack out the localpets with my trusty slingshot or whatever – except Inever had a slingshot, it was Grim who had one6

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 7UP FROM THE DOWN UNDERwhen he was my age. The proof is right there in thefamily photo album. You can see this blurry littleminiature Grim with no front teeth, grinning at thecamera and yanking back on his prehistoricslingshot. Good for whacking mastodons, probably.“Just proper targets,” Grim says, closing up thephoto album, end of discussion. Like, oops, betterhide the evidence. Don’t want to give the dangerousboy any ideas.Not that I have any ideas. My brain is vacant, okay?I’m just this critter hiding out in the basement,drooling in my comic books or whatever. All right, Inever actually drool, but you get the picture.Anyhow, this is the first day of July, already countingdown for the Fourth and wondering where I can get anM80, which is supposed to have the explosive power ofa quarter stick of dynamite or something, and when itgoes off your heart thuds to a stop for a microsecond,wham. Which is probably what Grim is afraid of, eekeek, Maxwell armed with dynamite.So finally I get bored in the down under and I’mhanging out in the so-called back yard, your basicchunk of chain-link heaven. Grim keeps thiscrummy little mower in the shed, but what’s thepoint of mowing dirt, right? Okay, I’m out theremessing around and that’s when I see the moving7

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 8FREAK THE MIGHTYvan. Not your mainstream, nationwide, brandname mover, either, just some cheapo local outfit.These big bearded dudes in their sweaty undershirtslugging stuff into the duplex half that’s been vacantsince last Christmas, when the dope fiend who livedthere finally got busted.At first I’m thinking the dope fiend is back, he’sout of jail or whatever, and he’s moving his stuffback in. Then I see the Fair Gwen. Not that I knewher name, that was a little while later. At first she’sa glimpse, caught her going between the van and thefront door, talking to the beards. I’m thinking, heyI know her, and then I’m thinking, no way, butthead,no way you’d know a female that beautiful.Because she looks like some kind of movie star.Wearing these old jeans and a baggy T-shirt, and herlong hair is tied back and she’s probably sweating,but she still looks like a movie star. Like she has thisglow, a secret spotlight that follows her around andmakes her eyes light up.And I’m thinking, well this improves the oldneighbourhood. You’re thinking, yeah right, thegoon is barely out of seventh grade, who does hethink he is? All I’m saying, the Fair Gwen had starquality, and even a total moron can see it. And thereason she looked familiar is, I must have seen her8

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 9UP FROM THE DOWN UNDERbringing Freak to day care, way back in the darkages, because the next thing I notice is this crippledup yellow-haired midget kid strutting around thesidewalk, giving orders to the beards.He’s going: “Hey you, Doofus! Yeah, you with thehairy face, take it easy with that box. That boxcontains a computer, you know what a computer is?”I can’t believe it. By then I’m sneaking along thestreet to see what’s going on, and there’s this weirdlooking dude, he’s got a normal-sized head, but therest of him is shorter than a yardstick and kind oftwisted in a way that means he can’t stand upstraight and makes his chest puff out, and he’swaving his crutches around and yelling up at themovers.“Hey, Gwen,” one of the beards says, “can’t you givethis kid a pill or something? He’s driving us nuts.”So Gwen comes out of the house and pushes thehair out of her big brown eyes and she goes, “Kevin,go play in the back yard, okay?”“But my computer.”“Your computer is fine. Leave the men alone.They’ll be done soon and then we can have lunch.”By this time I’m hunkering along in front of theplace, trying to maintain a casual attitude, exceptlike I said my feet are going wild that year and I9

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 10FREAK THE MIGHTYkeep tripping over everything. Cracks in thesidewalk, ants on the sidewalk, shadows, anything.Then the strange little dude jerks himself aroundand he catches sight of me and he lifts a crutch andpoints it up at my heart and he goes, “Identifyyourself, earthling.”I’m busy keeping my feet from tripping and don’tget that he means me.“I said identify yourself, earthling, or suffer theconsequences.”I’m like, what? And before I can decide whetheror not to tell him my name, or which name, becauseby now I recognize him as the weird little robot kidfrom day care and maybe he remembers me asKicker, anyhow before I can say a word he pulls thetrigger on that crutch and makes a weapon noise,and he goes, “Then die, earthling, die!”I motor out of there without saying a word.Because I’m pretty sure he really means it. The wayhe points that crutch is only part of it. You have tosee the look in his eye. Man, that little dude reallyhates me.He wants me to die.10

Freak the Mighty Rejacket.qxd08/12/200611:41Page 11American Flyer 3Okay, back to the down under, right? My room inthe basement. Scuttle into your dim hole in theground, Maxwell dear. Big goon like you, growingabout an inch a day, and this midget kid, thiscrippled little humanoid, he actually scared you.Not the kind of sc

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