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that it was just because she was mean. "I don't know," Jana mumbled.
"Well," said her mother, getting up, "it's
something for us to think about. Right now I need to get supper started. Sloppy
joes okay tonight?"
"Yum," said Jana. "Do I have time to bike
over to One-Hour Photo?"
"I think so, but don't be too long. Oh, by the way. Don't
forget tomorrow's Pink's and my bowling night. You'll have to order a pizza."
Jana nodded and bit back a smile. As if she could forget
that Friday night was bowling night. Her mom and Pink had been going bowling on
Friday nights since they had started dating when Jana was a little girl. She
wondered how many hundreds of deep-dish, pepperoni, green pepper, and mushroom
pizzas she had consumed on Friday nights.
As Jana pedaled along, an idea began nibbling at the back of
her brain, and it was full grown by the time she reached the photo shop. She
thumbed through the pictures she had taken with Garrett's camera as the clerk
stood watching. They had turned out terrific. "How much would it cost to
get a couple of these made into eight and a half by eleven inches?" she
asked.
The clerk gave her the price, and she calculated what she
would have with the money in her bank at home and her allowance, which she
would get tomorrow. It would be more than enough. "I'd like this one and
this one enlarged."
Jana hummed to herself on the return trip home. The nerve of
Geena, lying to her father and bringing him to Jana's house to tell stories to
her mother. As her mother had said, Geena seemed to have her father convinced
she was a nice girl. Her mother was right about another thing, too. Something
was definitely wrong with that girl, and Jana knew what it was. She had a
terminal case of meanness. Well, if Geena's father was as nice as Jana thought,
she might just have a way of showing him what his daughter was really like.
"I asked at the office," said Christie at noon the
next day, "and no one besides you and Randy has signed up to run for Miss
and Mr. Seventh Grade. You're home free!"
"Yea!" cheered Katie, Beth, and Melanie.
The Fabulous Five raised their milk cartons in a salute.
"Can you imagine?" said Beth. "That's
awesome."
"Does your majesty want anything from this lowly
servant?" said Melanie, bowing her head to Jana. "A quart of blood?
My head? Anything?"
"Quit fooling, guys," said Jana. "After what
Geena said about my thinking I'm a big deal, I'm not sure I want to be Miss
Seventh Grade. Other people might get the same idea about me."
"Hey. Don't let it bother you," said Katie. "She
was just trying to make you feel bad. You're not that way at all."
"How could you be bigheaded when your best friends are
so outstanding?" kidded Beth.
"Seriously. It bothers me," said Jana. "I've
never had anyone say that to me before. It's made me stop and think. I do have
the best of everything, you know. Randy is fantastic. You guys are the best. Everything
is just so great. Do I show off without realizing it?"
"Hey, no," said Melanie, putting her hand on Jana's.
"You're not that way at all. Why do you think everyone wants you to be
Miss Seventh Grade? It's because you don't have a big head, that's why."
"Yeah, Jana," added Christie. "I've heard
kids say they're going to vote for Marsha Reel for Miss Ninth Grade because
they think Kaci Davis is stuck up. No one feels that way about you."
Jana looked at each of her friends' faces. They all wore
concerned expressions. "Okay," she said, laughing. "I'm super. I
just wanted to hear you say it."
Four wadded-up paper napkins hit her in the face at the same
time.
Jana left Bumpers early that afternoon so she could go by
the One-Hour Photo store and get the enlargements she had ordered. She was glad
that Geena and her brothers were still there. So far everything was going
according to her plan.
On the walk to the store, she thought about all the yellow
ribbons that were being worn for Igor by seventh-graders. Girls were wearing
them on their
that it was just because she was mean. "I don't know," Jana mumbled.
"Well," said her mother, getting up, "it's
something for us to think about. Right now I need to get supper started. Sloppy
joes okay tonight?"
"Yum," said Jana. "Do I have time to bike
over to One-Hour Photo?"
"I think so, but don't be too long. Oh, by the way. Don't
forget tomorrow's Pink's and my bowling night. You'll have to order a pizza."
Jana nodded and bit back a smile. As if she could forget
that Friday night was bowling night. Her mom and Pink had been going bowling on
Friday nights since they had started dating when Jana was a little girl. She
wondered how many hundreds of deep-dish, pepperoni, green pepper, and mushroom
pizzas she had consumed on Friday nights.
As Jana pedaled along, an idea began nibbling at the back of
her brain, and it was full grown by the time she reached the photo shop. She
thumbed through the pictures she had taken with Garrett's camera as the clerk
stood watching. They had turned out terrific. "How much would it cost to
get a couple of these made into eight and a half by eleven inches?" she
asked.
The clerk gave her the price, and she calculated what she
would have with the money in her bank at home and her allowance, which she
would get tomorrow. It would be more than enough. "I'd like this one and
this one enlarged."
Jana hummed to herself on the return trip home. The nerve of
Geena, lying to her father and bringing him to Jana's house to tell stories to
her mother. As her mother had said, Geena seemed to have her father convinced
she was a nice girl. Her mother was right about another thing, too. Something
was definitely wrong with that girl, and Jana knew what it was. She had a
terminal case of meanness. Well, if Geena's father was as nice as Jana thought,
she might just have a way of showing him what his daughter was really like.
"I asked at the office," said Christie at noon the
next day, "and no one besides you and Randy has signed up to run for Miss
and Mr. Seventh Grade. You're home free!"
"Yea!" cheered Katie, Beth, and Melanie.
The Fabulous Five raised their milk cartons in a salute.
"Can you imagine?" said Beth. "That's
awesome."
"Does your majesty want anything from this lowly
servant?" said Melanie, bowing her head to Jana. "A quart of blood?
My head? Anything?"
"Quit fooling, guys," said Jana. "After what
Geena said about my thinking I'm a big deal, I'm not sure I want to be Miss
Seventh Grade. Other people might get the same idea about me."
"Hey. Don't let it bother you," said Katie. "She
was just trying to make you feel bad. You're not that way at all."
"How could you be bigheaded when your best friends are
so outstanding?" kidded Beth.
"Seriously. It bothers me," said Jana. "I've
never had anyone say that to me before. It's made me stop and think. I do have
the best of everything, you know. Randy is fantastic. You guys are the best. Everything
is just so great. Do I show off without realizing it?"
"Hey, no," said Melanie, putting her hand on Jana's.
"You're not that way at all. Why do you think everyone wants you to be
Miss Seventh Grade? It's because you don't have a big head, that's why."
"Yeah, Jana," added Christie. "I've heard
kids say they're going to vote for Marsha Reel for Miss Ninth Grade because
they think Kaci Davis is stuck up. No one feels that way about you."
Jana looked at each of her friends' faces. They all wore
concerned expressions. "Okay," she said, laughing. "I'm super. I
just wanted to hear you say it."
Four wadded-up paper napkins hit her in the face at the same
time.
Jana left Bumpers early that afternoon so she could go by
the One-Hour Photo store and get the enlargements she had ordered. She was glad
that Geena and her brothers were still there. So far everything was going
according to her plan.
On the walk to the store, she thought about all the yellow
ribbons that were being worn for Igor by seventh-graders. Girls were wearing
them on their
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