The Adventures of Eco Enrico
English
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Also available in Spanish
Published
by Eco Universal Productions, LLC
34564 Willbridge Terrace,
Fremont, CA 94555
Story
by Eco
Universal Productions, LLC for the Eco
Enrico Game
Written by Marie Carranza
Illustrated
by Brian C. Krümm - BrianArtwork.com
Art
Direction by Chris Hall
Designed, produced and published in
conjunction with Kate
Garchinsky at PenguinArt.com
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Table of Contents
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Chapter One
Enrico Rivera grinned and waved as his buddy Josh climbed into his mom’s SUV and drove away. Enrico was the last kid left waiting to be picked up after the soccer game, but he didn’t even care. He had made an amazing goal against the best goalie in the league. He was disappointed his parents hadn’t been there to see it, but he would reenact it for them later.
“You okay, Enrico?” his coach called as he tossed a big mesh bag of soccer balls into his trunk. “Need a lift?”
“That’s okay, coach. My mom’ll be here soon.”
Enrico’s dad missed a lot of his games, because of his job at the Suds, Inc. factory. (Enrico’s dad was in charge of bath poof production.) But his mom almost never missed anything. Something really important must have come up.
When the summer sky started to grow dark, Enrico decided he better start walking home. It wasn’t that far. An almost empty bottle of Blue Raspberry SuperCharge Sport Drink sat, tipped on its side, in the middle of the sidewalk. Enrico approached it, aimed carefully between two young pine trees and kicked hard. True, the best goalie in the league wasn’t defending the goal, but Enrico pumped his fist and cheered as the bottle sailed in between the trunks.
“Gooooooooooooooal!” he shouted, jogging toward the trees. He had just retrieved the bottle when a car pulled up at the curb. It wasn’t his mom’s car, though.
“Hey Enrico,” came his Tío Javier’s voice from the front seat passenger side. “Nice goal. Hop in.”
His uncle’s wife Jennifer was driving, her usually sunny face looking unusually serious. Enrico’s eyes traveled from Jennifer to the back seat, where his six-year-old sister Maggie was strapped into a booster.
“Come on, buddy,” called Javier, who was almost never in a hurry to get anywhere. “Hop in.”
Enrico tossed the Super Charge bottle in the nearby trashcan and hopped in the backseat. Maggie’s eyes were wide, and maybe even a little red. But she was always crying. Enrico wasn’t worried until Tía Jennifer peeled away from the curb like a racecar driver.
“Easy, Jen,” Tío Javier said. “It’s only a few blocks.”
“What’s going on?” Enrico asked. “Is my mom okay?”