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Authors: James Patterson
Tags: Humorous stories, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Siblings, School & Education, Multigenerational, Adoption, Adolescence
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they went forward. And before I knew what I was doing, I heard myself say, “Shut your lipstick holes! Rhonda’s singing with the band, and she rocks!”
The hall went dead silent. Missy’s gaze made me feel like a bug that had been pinned to a board with its wings still moving. Everyone was watching us. Rhonda’s eyes were so wide that I thought they mightfall out of her head and roll around on the floor.
Finally, Missy laughed. Brittany and Bethany laughed too, playing follow the leader, as usual. “Rhonda isn’t even your friend,” Missy announced. “Remember? You told me so yourself.” Then she looked over at Rhonda with a smile, like she’d won.
Rhonda looked at me. “Georgia wouldn’t say that,” she said, but she didn’t sound sure. For the first time ever, she spoke in lowercase letters.
“I—” I tried to speak, but all I could do was make a strangled little squeak.
Rhonda blinked, as if a bug had flown into her face. Her eyebrows pulled together, and then her chin started to quiver. People in the hallway had stopped and were staring. Things were getting quiet, in a bad-quiet kind of way.
Missy let out a loud “Ha!” and walked away, the Princesses trailing after her. I felt the students who lined the hall look away from us. But Rhonda couldn’t tear her gaze from mine. I knew what she wanted to hear—that I’d never said that. That it wasn’t true.
But I
had
said it.
PS: I just can’t draw any of this. It’s too hideous.
Please, just look away, like everyone else did.
Rhonda Runs
R honda stared at me with those huge, damp eyes, and I felt part of myself dissolve like Kool-Aid mix in water. I’ve always thought that I was a good person. At least, mostly good. But as Rhonda stood there looking at me, TRAITOR written across her face, I started to think I’d never been good at all.
Then she took off like a bullet.
I was so surprised that she could move that fast that I didn’t even follow her.
Not right away.
By the time I managed to move, Rhonda had blasted through the hallway doors. Then the second bell rang, and I found myself alone in the hall. I was late for class.
I should find her later and apologize
, I told myself. But I knew that wasn’t good enough. No—I had to find her and apologize
now
. Right away. Even if it meant skipping class and getting in trouble.
Because friendship is more important than French,
oui
?
The first place I looked was the girls’ room. No Rhonda. Just a very annoyed eighth grader who I, uh… accidentally barged in on.
Next I tried the cafeteria, but there were just lunch ladies assembling huge trays of goop that looked like reheated goop from yesterday’s lunch. Blech.
The only other room in the direction Rhonda had run was the teachers’ lounge, and it didn’t seem very likely she’d go in there. I knew I didn’t want to, since it was a well-known fact that the lounge doubled as Mrs. Stricker’s harpy lair.
Rhonda was nowhere to be found.
Who could help me? If I called Mom, she’d just come to school and make a Parental Scene. My bandmates? They don’t really
get
Missy Trillin’s evil power, or why I don’t just throw down with the Princesses. Besides, they were in school too.
In the end, there was only one person I could think of to call.
I’ll always owe my brother, because that phone call cleared up everything.
The minute I hung up, I knew what I had to do.
South Nowhere Street
M y escape plan was simple yet flawless: I walked out the door. Nobody said anything or tried to stop me.
My heart thrashed like a beached fish, but I didn’t look back. I wondered if this was how Rafe felt when he broke a rule at HVMS: excited and a little scared and kind of proud of himself all at the same time.
It hadn’t been hard to look up Rhonda’s address. Her street was only a few blocks from school. The houses were mostly small and close to the curb, without any front yards at all—just driveways and trash bins.
The hall went dead silent. Missy’s gaze made me feel like a bug that had been pinned to a board with its wings still moving. Everyone was watching us. Rhonda’s eyes were so wide that I thought they mightfall out of her head and roll around on the floor.
Finally, Missy laughed. Brittany and Bethany laughed too, playing follow the leader, as usual. “Rhonda isn’t even your friend,” Missy announced. “Remember? You told me so yourself.” Then she looked over at Rhonda with a smile, like she’d won.
Rhonda looked at me. “Georgia wouldn’t say that,” she said, but she didn’t sound sure. For the first time ever, she spoke in lowercase letters.
“I—” I tried to speak, but all I could do was make a strangled little squeak.
Rhonda blinked, as if a bug had flown into her face. Her eyebrows pulled together, and then her chin started to quiver. People in the hallway had stopped and were staring. Things were getting quiet, in a bad-quiet kind of way.
Missy let out a loud “Ha!” and walked away, the Princesses trailing after her. I felt the students who lined the hall look away from us. But Rhonda couldn’t tear her gaze from mine. I knew what she wanted to hear—that I’d never said that. That it wasn’t true.
But I
had
said it.
PS: I just can’t draw any of this. It’s too hideous.
Please, just look away, like everyone else did.
Rhonda Runs
R honda stared at me with those huge, damp eyes, and I felt part of myself dissolve like Kool-Aid mix in water. I’ve always thought that I was a good person. At least, mostly good. But as Rhonda stood there looking at me, TRAITOR written across her face, I started to think I’d never been good at all.
Then she took off like a bullet.
I was so surprised that she could move that fast that I didn’t even follow her.
Not right away.
By the time I managed to move, Rhonda had blasted through the hallway doors. Then the second bell rang, and I found myself alone in the hall. I was late for class.
I should find her later and apologize
, I told myself. But I knew that wasn’t good enough. No—I had to find her and apologize
now
. Right away. Even if it meant skipping class and getting in trouble.
Because friendship is more important than French,
oui
?
The first place I looked was the girls’ room. No Rhonda. Just a very annoyed eighth grader who I, uh… accidentally barged in on.
Next I tried the cafeteria, but there were just lunch ladies assembling huge trays of goop that looked like reheated goop from yesterday’s lunch. Blech.
The only other room in the direction Rhonda had run was the teachers’ lounge, and it didn’t seem very likely she’d go in there. I knew I didn’t want to, since it was a well-known fact that the lounge doubled as Mrs. Stricker’s harpy lair.
Rhonda was nowhere to be found.
Who could help me? If I called Mom, she’d just come to school and make a Parental Scene. My bandmates? They don’t really
get
Missy Trillin’s evil power, or why I don’t just throw down with the Princesses. Besides, they were in school too.
In the end, there was only one person I could think of to call.
I’ll always owe my brother, because that phone call cleared up everything.
The minute I hung up, I knew what I had to do.
South Nowhere Street
M y escape plan was simple yet flawless: I walked out the door. Nobody said anything or tried to stop me.
My heart thrashed like a beached fish, but I didn’t look back. I wondered if this was how Rafe felt when he broke a rule at HVMS: excited and a little scared and kind of proud of himself all at the same time.
It hadn’t been hard to look up Rhonda’s address. Her street was only a few blocks from school. The houses were mostly small and close to the curb, without any front yards at all—just driveways and trash bins.
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