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Jake is sent to remedial space car driving school on the Moon. Nothing could be more embarrassing. He soon uncovers a plot to blow up the moon and must summon his courage, and space car driving skills, to save everyone.Jake in Space is a series of sci-fi adventure stories full of action and suspense. Jake lives in the future. His home base is a space station on Earth but he travels throughout the solar system, solving mysteries and thwarting villains before they can carry out their evil plans. In each story, the Central Intergalactic Agency (CIA) sends its cyborg, Henry, on a secret mission. Jake ends up helping his cyborg friend but things never seem to go according to plan.

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Publié par	New Frontier Press
Date de parution	01 juin 2000
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781913639204
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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To my dad, for inspiring my own sense of adventure.
First published in the UK in 2017 by New Frontier Publishing Europe Ltd Uncommon, 126 New King’s Road, London, SW6 4LZ www.newfrontierpublishing.co.uk
Text copyright © Candice Lemon-Scott 2014 Illustrations copyright © New Frontier Publishing 2014 Illustrations by Celeste Hulme The rights of Candice Lemon-Scott to be identified as the author and Celeste Hulme to be identified as the illustrator of this work have been asserted.
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author

R emedial Space Car Driving School! Remedial! Jake thought. Why didn’t Mum and Dad just put a big sticker on my forehead that said ‘Universe’s Biggest Loser?’ He scrunched the letter up in an angry fist and threw it back at his parents – except the letter stuck fast to his fingers. He tried to shake it off but the paper just seemed to hold on tighter to his skin.
‘It’s Slooper Goo. We thought you might react this way,’ Mum said, shrugging.
‘There’s no getting out of it,’ Dad added. ‘You have to get that licence.’
‘But remedial school? How could you do this to me? Everyone at school will find out,’ Jake said, still trying to remove the letter from his fingers.
‘You’ve failed your licence thirty times. Sorry, but we’re not going to drive you around for the rest of your life,’ Mum replied.
‘I’ll get it next time. I promise.’ Jake put his hand in the kitchen sink. ‘Water.’
Jets of cold water sprayed from tiny holes in the sink. He waited for the water to soak his hand before pulling it out again, but the letter just became a sticky lump in his fist. His fingers started to ache.
‘You’re eleven now. How many kids get driven to school at that age?’ Dad said.
Jake had to admit that it was pretty embarrassing getting dropped off at school by his parents. Even his best friends were driving, and they were nearly six months younger than him. And then there was his space car, sitting in mid-air, never being used except for driving lessons.
‘Maybe I just need a new driving instructor?’ Jake said, hopefully.
‘You know we’ve already tried every instructor on Earth,’ Mum answered.
Jake knew remedial school was his only chance to get his licence. But he knew it would be boring spending a whole week on the Moon. There was nothing there except for a heap of rocks and craters.
‘Gradock is the best. No-one has ever failed his driving school,’ Dad added.
Jake knew he was right but he still didn’t know what was worse: being driven to school or having his whole class know he had to go to remedial. Sometimes he wished he lived in the atmosphere like heaps of other kids did. Instead, he was stuck on a space station.
‘We’re not giving you a choice, Jake,’ Mum said.
Jake hated it when his mum used telepathy on him. Just because in the history books mums had special instincts, he didn’t think they should be allowed to know everything about their kids. Mum said she only used telepathy in emergencies, but there seemed to be a lot of emergencies lately.
‘We need to leave in half an hour. You’d better get packing.’
‘But …’
‘You’re going and that’s final,’ Dad stated.
Jake knew there was no getting out of it. Sadly, he held up the fist that still had the letter stuck fast to it with the Slooper Goo.
‘Oh, right,’ Mum said. She handed Jake a jar full of neon red gas. ‘Put your hand in that.’
Frowning, he stuck his fist in the jar. He felt the paper melting. He pulled his hand back out, cracking his knuckles as he stretched his fingers again, then crossed the kitchen to the room teleportation chair.
He put his hands on the sensors. ‘Bedroom,’ he snapped at the cartoon face on the computer screen in front of him.
He hit the eject button and teleported to his room.
B efore long Jake was in orbit and headed straight for the Moon. It was a few minutes before two o’clock when the Remedial Space Car Driving School entrance came into view.
The Moon looked just the same as it did in Jake’s schoolbooks: grey, rocky and dusty. He knew it was going to be a long week, especially without so much as a real reality computer game to play with. The driving school building shone silver. Jake’s dad explained that the metal foil was used to keep the inside temperature even. Jake nodded, distracted, as his family’s dusty red space car screeched to a stop above a bright blue, brand-new Space 4041 with hydropower.
‘Careful – you nearly hit that car,’ Mum warned Dad.
‘I had plenty of room. Look at all that space below.’
‘Well, at least we know where Jake didn’t get his driving skills from,’ Mum said, seeming to forget Jake was sitting in the back seat.
‘At least I don’t forget where I put my remote key entry lock all the time,’ Dad snapped.
‘At least I didn’t fail my driving test fifty-four times,’ Mum snapped back.
Suddenly Jake’s parents remembered he was there and they both turned and grinned at him.
‘We were just joking around, weren’t we?’ Dad quickly said to Mum.
Jake’s mum grinned and nodded. He was starting to think that having a week at remedial school wouldn’t be so bad after all. At least now he’d have something to say if his dad made any more comments about the number of times he had failed his test.
Dad hit the exit button and the car doors flew open. Jake and his parents stepped onto the platform leading to the main entrance of the building, then bounced along towards the huge metal doors. Mum was fascinated by the swirls of dust that blew up on the surface of the Moon. Great, Mum – maybe you’d prefer to spend the week here instead , thought Jake grumpily.
He looked behind him. The family from the 4041 space car was following them towards the school doors. The boy had jet-black hair that was so straight and short it looked like it had been ironed flat against his head. Jake thought his mum would be happy if his hair did that instead of frizzing out in a brown ball whenever he hit zero gravity. Jake noticed the boy was dressed all in black too and his body was covered in a filmy-looking material. Jake realised he must be wearing the new ‘all temperatures’ space suit that had just come out. The boy’s mum and dad were dressed in the new space suits too. His mum was wearing an emerald green one, and his dad a ruby red one.
‘Is this where I’m to stay during the remedial program?’ the boy said.
‘Yes, Henry, this is the Remedial Space Car Driving School,’ his mum replied.
‘Very well. What is the time frame?’
‘One week,’ Henry’s dad said. ‘Only one week and you’ll be well rewarded. Well rewarded, son.’
Jake thought they talked pretty weirdly but he guessed not all families were like his. The boy called Henry bounced straight past him and entered the building. He didn’t even say goodbye to his parents as the doors opened and closed in front of them.
‘I suppose this is as far as we go, then,’ Mum said once they’d reached the main entrance airlock. She smoothed down Jake’s bulky space suit. ‘I’m sure the week will be gone before you can say “moon dust”.’
‘Sure, Mum.’
‘Take it easy and listen to Gradock,’ Dad said.
Jake stepped forward. The entry doors slid upwards and he walked through. He turned to wave to his mum and dad just as the doors slid shut once more. Sloop! The airlocks closed and then his parents were gone. He suddenly felt very alone.
There were about fifteen other kids already in the foyer. Some seemed to know each other, while others had formed quiet groups. Jake took off his space suit and stuffed it into his backpack. It felt good to be able to move freely and breathe easily again. He noticed another boy standing by a corner with his backpack at his feet. Jake went over to him, glad not to be the only one on his own.
‘Hi, I’m Jake from Earth,’ he said.
‘Can you believe this place?’ the boy replied. ‘It’s so, so … clean . I bet they use those roving robot mops over the whole place. The walls are so shiny! I’m Rory from Mars, by the way.’
Before they had a chance to say any more a booming voice echoed through the foyer: ‘Welcome, recruits.’
The whole room became one giant digital imaging screen. Gradock’s huge, mushroom-shaped head covered every wall. He smiled, showing two rows of crystal teeth. Jake noticed that he had a long scar running from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone, making him look like he was sneering.
‘We will begin with your first space car driving lesson. Please pass through the identification screens now,’ he boomed.
Gradock’s face vanished. They were once more surrounded by the blank, shiny walls.
‘What does he mean, “identification screens”?’ Jake asked Rory.
Rory shrugged. Then there was another big booming sound and the far wall disappeared, creating an entrance into the main building. A gigantic clear screen came up from the floor, dividing th