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replied slowly. “I’ve been working really hard, and I’ve been thinking about asking my camp friends if they want to do the book club again.”
“What are you reading?” her dad asked.
“We’re still reading Hatchet ,” Grace said. They were almost done—she only had one more chapter to read. “And then next we’re reading The Pinballs ,” Grace said. “That’s the one I’m going to ask my friends at camp to read with me.” She took another bite of rice. “I just want to read it at the same time as my friends.”
“Aren’t your school friends reading it, too?” her dad asked. “I think the book club is a good idea, but don’t you also have friends at school who’ll be reading it in the same class?”
Grace thought about her drama club friends, and how they were reading more advanced stuff. “No,” she said. “Most of my friends are reading Animal Farm . They’re in different classes.”
“Then I think your book club idea is great,” Grace’s mom said. She shot a look at Grace’s father, who was opening his mouth to say something. “Don’t you, honey?”
“Yes,” Grace’s dad said. He looked at Grace’s mom. “At any rate, your mother and I wanted to talk to you about something,” he went on.
Grace’s mom put down her fork and nodded. “We met with some people at your school today,” she said gently. “Principal Snyder, the guidance counselor, and Mrs. Burr.”
“You talked to my teacher about me?” Grace said, mortified. Did any of the teachers mention drama club?
“It was a good meeting, Grace,” her father said, and Grace let out a sigh of relief. “They all said you’re a hard worker, and that’s great.”
“Can they move me to a better class?” Grace asked.
“No, honey, they can’t. They think, and your dad and I agree, that you need a little more work on your reading before you can get bumped up a level. But that’s okay! You’re in a brand-new school, and you’re already working hard.” Grace’s mom looked proud of her.
“They told us that you’ve been working hard, and speaking up more in class, which is great,” Grace’s dad continued. “We’ve also noticed that you’ve been making an effort. We’re very proud of you for staying late at the library.”
“Uh . . . right,” Grace said. She felt a stab of guilt go through her. “The library.” She’d forgotten that she told her parents that’s where she was when she was really at drama club meetings. She’d even gone so far as to check out a stack of books that she left on her bedroom floor.
“Working hard like that really proves that you’re growing up, and that you’re really trying,” Grace’s dad went on. “And we’ve decided that if you can hold onto a B average until the end of the semester, we’ll consider letting you join the drama club.”
Grace looked up from her plate. “You will?” she said disbelievingly. “But you said that I wouldn’t be able to until next year!”
Grace’s parents exchanged a look. “I know. But we’ve talked about it quite a bit, and we were encouraged by your teachers today. They think you deserve a big reward if you can hold on to a B that long, and we agree.”
Guilt crept up into Grace’s tummy, and she put down her fork. “Well, that’s really great, you guys, thanks,” she said. “I’m full. Can I be excused?”
Grace’s mom gave her a worried look. “Are you feeling okay?” she said. “Come here, let me feel your forehead.”
“I’m fine, Mom, I’m just full,” Grace said, pushing herself away from the table. She stood up, carried her plate to the trash, and dumped the leftover chicken and rice into the garbage. After sliding her plate into the dishwasher, she said, “Good dinner, Mom,” and went upstairs to her room.
Lying on her bed, Grace read a few pages of Hatchet , but then sighed and placed the book down on her pillow. She got up slowly and crossed the room to her desk, turning on the computer as
“What are you reading?” her dad asked.
“We’re still reading Hatchet ,” Grace said. They were almost done—she only had one more chapter to read. “And then next we’re reading The Pinballs ,” Grace said. “That’s the one I’m going to ask my friends at camp to read with me.” She took another bite of rice. “I just want to read it at the same time as my friends.”
“Aren’t your school friends reading it, too?” her dad asked. “I think the book club is a good idea, but don’t you also have friends at school who’ll be reading it in the same class?”
Grace thought about her drama club friends, and how they were reading more advanced stuff. “No,” she said. “Most of my friends are reading Animal Farm . They’re in different classes.”
“Then I think your book club idea is great,” Grace’s mom said. She shot a look at Grace’s father, who was opening his mouth to say something. “Don’t you, honey?”
“Yes,” Grace’s dad said. He looked at Grace’s mom. “At any rate, your mother and I wanted to talk to you about something,” he went on.
Grace’s mom put down her fork and nodded. “We met with some people at your school today,” she said gently. “Principal Snyder, the guidance counselor, and Mrs. Burr.”
“You talked to my teacher about me?” Grace said, mortified. Did any of the teachers mention drama club?
“It was a good meeting, Grace,” her father said, and Grace let out a sigh of relief. “They all said you’re a hard worker, and that’s great.”
“Can they move me to a better class?” Grace asked.
“No, honey, they can’t. They think, and your dad and I agree, that you need a little more work on your reading before you can get bumped up a level. But that’s okay! You’re in a brand-new school, and you’re already working hard.” Grace’s mom looked proud of her.
“They told us that you’ve been working hard, and speaking up more in class, which is great,” Grace’s dad continued. “We’ve also noticed that you’ve been making an effort. We’re very proud of you for staying late at the library.”
“Uh . . . right,” Grace said. She felt a stab of guilt go through her. “The library.” She’d forgotten that she told her parents that’s where she was when she was really at drama club meetings. She’d even gone so far as to check out a stack of books that she left on her bedroom floor.
“Working hard like that really proves that you’re growing up, and that you’re really trying,” Grace’s dad went on. “And we’ve decided that if you can hold onto a B average until the end of the semester, we’ll consider letting you join the drama club.”
Grace looked up from her plate. “You will?” she said disbelievingly. “But you said that I wouldn’t be able to until next year!”
Grace’s parents exchanged a look. “I know. But we’ve talked about it quite a bit, and we were encouraged by your teachers today. They think you deserve a big reward if you can hold on to a B that long, and we agree.”
Guilt crept up into Grace’s tummy, and she put down her fork. “Well, that’s really great, you guys, thanks,” she said. “I’m full. Can I be excused?”
Grace’s mom gave her a worried look. “Are you feeling okay?” she said. “Come here, let me feel your forehead.”
“I’m fine, Mom, I’m just full,” Grace said, pushing herself away from the table. She stood up, carried her plate to the trash, and dumped the leftover chicken and rice into the garbage. After sliding her plate into the dishwasher, she said, “Good dinner, Mom,” and went upstairs to her room.
Lying on her bed, Grace read a few pages of Hatchet , but then sighed and placed the book down on her pillow. She got up slowly and crossed the room to her desk, turning on the computer as
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