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Authors: Patricia Reilly Giff
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She didn’t have one idea for a discovery.
CHAPTER 3
TUESDAY
D estiny stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
The not-so-white paper stretched from one end of the basement hall to the other. Doorways were snipped out.
People had begun to write their discoveries on the paper. Destiny read what Charlie had to say:
I made a magnet once .
It was a great discovery .
I forget how .
If I remember, I’ll write it down .
Destiny wished she could think of a discovery she’d forgotten!
She read Gina’s next.
When a singer hits a high note, her voice WIGGLES .
Her high note can break a glass .
I found out I can break a glass, too .
Lucky Gina.
Destiny sang like a crow.
If only she could think of something like …
How to make a rocket ship. It would blast off from the schoolyard, right into space.
Destiny snapped her fingers. How about the guy who came up with earplugs? Your ears stayed dry as a bone when you went swimming.
Everybody thought that was terrific.
A little thing like earplugs!
If only she had thought of it first.
Right now, Mitchell was writing.
Destiny leaned forward to see.
He crossed it out.
“I know how to make a bell ringer,” he said. “But I just remembered. Someone did that already.”
“That’s the whole problem,” Destiny said. “There’s nothing left to discover.”
She waved at Mitchell. Then she climbed down and ducked into the girls’ room.
She leaned toward the mirror. Her nose almost touched the glass. Her eyes crossed.
Today she had a purple stripe in her hair. Her mother had sprayed it on last night.
What could be better?
She wasn’t going to think about discoveries right now. Today was filled with good things.
She was going straight to the art room.
In the hall, Trevor, a kindergarten kid, wassitting on Mr. Oakley’s shoulders.
Mr. Oakley was a grandfather. He helped out at the Center. “Hurry,” he told Trevor. “You’re a big guy. I’m going to sink.”
“One more second.” Trevor reached up. He began to write on the wall.
Destiny stopped to see what he’d write.
It was only a bunch of letters.
Trevor looked down at Destiny. “I wrote about my discovery. I can make sparks. I wave my blanket around in the dark.”
“Wave yourself off my shoulders, please,” said Mr. Oakley.
“Me next,” said Clifton.
“All right,” Mr. Oakley said.
“Never mind,” Clifton said. “I’ve never discovered anything in my life.”
Destiny nodded. “Me neither.”
Destiny hurried toward the art room. Everyone else hurried, too. They were going to the gym, or outdoors to the nature center, or to the lunchroom for snack.
Wait a minute!
Snack. She had almost forgotten.
She rushed to the lunchroom.
The lunch lady was giving out chocolate pudding in little cups. Or vanilla.
Destiny hurried past the flowerpots that were full of dirt. No flowers!
She stood next to the lunch lady. She liked to help with snacks.
The lunch lady was tall and round. She wore a shower cap on her head. Her ears stuck out.
She looked like a doughnut.
A nice sugary doughnut.
“I’ll give out the pudding, too,” Destiny said.
“Whew,” said the lunch lady. “That will help.”
Destiny smiled. She felt sugary inside, too.
She gave chocolate pudding to Mitchell and Habib.
They were good friends.
She gave two chocolate pudding cups to Sumiko.
That was only fair. Sumiko was learning Japanese from her mother and father. Her brain needed lots of vitamins. So did the rest of her. She wanted to be a gymnast when she grew up.
“Arigato,”
Sumiko said. “That means ‘thank you.’”
Destiny gave a plain vanilla pudding to Gina.
That was only fair, too. Gina had a pearl necklace. Besides, she didn’t deserve chocolate. She was going around breaking glasses with her wiggly voice.
Mr. Randolph, the principal, came along.
Destiny gave him the biggest pudding on the tray.
She reached for a chocolate one for herself.
And that was fair, too. She had helped the
She didn’t have one idea for a discovery.
CHAPTER 3
TUESDAY
D estiny stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
The not-so-white paper stretched from one end of the basement hall to the other. Doorways were snipped out.
People had begun to write their discoveries on the paper. Destiny read what Charlie had to say:
I made a magnet once .
It was a great discovery .
I forget how .
If I remember, I’ll write it down .
Destiny wished she could think of a discovery she’d forgotten!
She read Gina’s next.
When a singer hits a high note, her voice WIGGLES .
Her high note can break a glass .
I found out I can break a glass, too .
Lucky Gina.
Destiny sang like a crow.
If only she could think of something like …
How to make a rocket ship. It would blast off from the schoolyard, right into space.
Destiny snapped her fingers. How about the guy who came up with earplugs? Your ears stayed dry as a bone when you went swimming.
Everybody thought that was terrific.
A little thing like earplugs!
If only she had thought of it first.
Right now, Mitchell was writing.
Destiny leaned forward to see.
He crossed it out.
“I know how to make a bell ringer,” he said. “But I just remembered. Someone did that already.”
“That’s the whole problem,” Destiny said. “There’s nothing left to discover.”
She waved at Mitchell. Then she climbed down and ducked into the girls’ room.
She leaned toward the mirror. Her nose almost touched the glass. Her eyes crossed.
Today she had a purple stripe in her hair. Her mother had sprayed it on last night.
What could be better?
She wasn’t going to think about discoveries right now. Today was filled with good things.
She was going straight to the art room.
In the hall, Trevor, a kindergarten kid, wassitting on Mr. Oakley’s shoulders.
Mr. Oakley was a grandfather. He helped out at the Center. “Hurry,” he told Trevor. “You’re a big guy. I’m going to sink.”
“One more second.” Trevor reached up. He began to write on the wall.
Destiny stopped to see what he’d write.
It was only a bunch of letters.
Trevor looked down at Destiny. “I wrote about my discovery. I can make sparks. I wave my blanket around in the dark.”
“Wave yourself off my shoulders, please,” said Mr. Oakley.
“Me next,” said Clifton.
“All right,” Mr. Oakley said.
“Never mind,” Clifton said. “I’ve never discovered anything in my life.”
Destiny nodded. “Me neither.”
Destiny hurried toward the art room. Everyone else hurried, too. They were going to the gym, or outdoors to the nature center, or to the lunchroom for snack.
Wait a minute!
Snack. She had almost forgotten.
She rushed to the lunchroom.
The lunch lady was giving out chocolate pudding in little cups. Or vanilla.
Destiny hurried past the flowerpots that were full of dirt. No flowers!
She stood next to the lunch lady. She liked to help with snacks.
The lunch lady was tall and round. She wore a shower cap on her head. Her ears stuck out.
She looked like a doughnut.
A nice sugary doughnut.
“I’ll give out the pudding, too,” Destiny said.
“Whew,” said the lunch lady. “That will help.”
Destiny smiled. She felt sugary inside, too.
She gave chocolate pudding to Mitchell and Habib.
They were good friends.
She gave two chocolate pudding cups to Sumiko.
That was only fair. Sumiko was learning Japanese from her mother and father. Her brain needed lots of vitamins. So did the rest of her. She wanted to be a gymnast when she grew up.
“Arigato,”
Sumiko said. “That means ‘thank you.’”
Destiny gave a plain vanilla pudding to Gina.
That was only fair, too. Gina had a pearl necklace. Besides, she didn’t deserve chocolate. She was going around breaking glasses with her wiggly voice.
Mr. Randolph, the principal, came along.
Destiny gave him the biggest pudding on the tray.
She reached for a chocolate one for herself.
And that was fair, too. She had helped the
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