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Linda said.
“I can do it,” Emily said.
“It's pretty big,” he said.
“It's not heavy,” Emily said.
“If you're sure …” he said. He turned the corner.
Emily stopped at the top of the stairs.
She had to catch her breath.
“I think we should help,” Jill said.
“I think you're going to drop it,” Linda said.
Emily shook her head.
The box slid out óf her hands.
“Snaggle doodles!” Emily yelled.
The box banged down the stairs.
The top opened.
A bunch of things fell out.
Not wedding invitations at all.
Red and green paper. An old wheel. Pink balloons. A yellow plastic horn.
They dashed down the stairs.
‘
‘You should have let us help,” Linda said.
“If we broke something …” Jill began. She looked as if she were going to cry.
Emily began to pick things up. A box of rubber bands. A bunch of old glass doorknobs.
She tossed them into the box.
“Nothing's broken,” Emily said.
She scrambled to pick up the box again.
She didn't want Linda or Jill to grab it first.
Ms. Rooney would think it was great that she could carry it all by herself.
Next to her Linda sniffed. “Ms. Rooney told all of us to do it.”
“You have dirt on your face,” Emily said.
“I do?” Linda asked.
She rubbed her nose. “April Fool!” Emily yelled. She opened the classroom door and marched inside.
“Spring is a time for new things,” said Ms. Róoney. “Leaves on the trees. Spring jackets.”
Emily reached into her desk. She pulled out Uni, her little rubber unicorn. She galloped him across her desk.
Then she looked out the open window.
“New fresh air,” she said. She took a deep breath.
“Right,” said Ms. Rooney. “And new inventions. Did you know that the safety pin was invented in the springtime?”
“And Coca-Cola,” said Ms. Vincent, the student teacher.
“And erasers on pencils,” Ms. Rooney said.
“And baseball bats,” said Beast.
“Really?” asked Ms. Rooney.
Beast raised one shoulder in the air. “I took a guess,” he said. “It's baseball time.”
“We'll have to look that up,” said Ms. Rooney. “Good thinking anyway.”
Emily raised her hand.
She was going to say that maybe bathing suits were invented in April. Or jump ropes.
“We're going to make our own inventions,” said Ms. Rooney.
Emily put her hand down.
She didn't know one thing about making inventions.
Ms. Rooney went to the chalkboard. “We'll work together in groups,”
Emily raised her hand again.
She knew about groups.
She had been captain of a math group one time.
Maybe Ms. Rooney would let her be the head of an invention group.
“Not so fast, Emily.” said Ms. Rooney. She picked up a piece of chalk.
THINK, Ms. Rooney wrote on top of the board.
LISTEN, she wrote next.
SHARE, she wrote on the third line.
She turned to the class. “That's how we work in groups,” she said.
Emily wished Ms. Rooney would hurry up.
She wanted to get to the inventing part.
“Yes,” said Ms. Rooney. “It's important to learn how to work together. Sometimes we can get more done and—”
Linda Lorca raised her hand. “If you have a big box to carry, and a couple of people to carry it”—Linda stopped to take a breath—-“then it doesn't get dropped.”
“Right,” said Ms. Rooney.
“Snaggle doodles,” said Emily under her breath.
In front of Emily, Beast wasn't paying attention.
He pulled out a piece of paper.
Emily watched him draw a boy.
The boy was wearing a baseball suit.
Then he drew a baseball.
The ball was landing on the boy's head.
“CLUNK,” Beast wrote on the bottom of the picture.
Emily started to laugh.
Beast was laughing too.
“I hope you're listening,” Ms. Rooney told them.
Emily sat up straight.
She tried to stop giggling.
She wished she knew how to invent something.
“Now,” said Ms. Rooney. “I think we're ready.”
She looked around the room. “Linda,” she said. “You can be the head of the first group.”
Emily looked at
“I can do it,” Emily said.
“It's pretty big,” he said.
“It's not heavy,” Emily said.
“If you're sure …” he said. He turned the corner.
Emily stopped at the top of the stairs.
She had to catch her breath.
“I think we should help,” Jill said.
“I think you're going to drop it,” Linda said.
Emily shook her head.
The box slid out óf her hands.
“Snaggle doodles!” Emily yelled.
The box banged down the stairs.
The top opened.
A bunch of things fell out.
Not wedding invitations at all.
Red and green paper. An old wheel. Pink balloons. A yellow plastic horn.
They dashed down the stairs.
‘
‘You should have let us help,” Linda said.
“If we broke something …” Jill began. She looked as if she were going to cry.
Emily began to pick things up. A box of rubber bands. A bunch of old glass doorknobs.
She tossed them into the box.
“Nothing's broken,” Emily said.
She scrambled to pick up the box again.
She didn't want Linda or Jill to grab it first.
Ms. Rooney would think it was great that she could carry it all by herself.
Next to her Linda sniffed. “Ms. Rooney told all of us to do it.”
“You have dirt on your face,” Emily said.
“I do?” Linda asked.
She rubbed her nose. “April Fool!” Emily yelled. She opened the classroom door and marched inside.
“Spring is a time for new things,” said Ms. Róoney. “Leaves on the trees. Spring jackets.”
Emily reached into her desk. She pulled out Uni, her little rubber unicorn. She galloped him across her desk.
Then she looked out the open window.
“New fresh air,” she said. She took a deep breath.
“Right,” said Ms. Rooney. “And new inventions. Did you know that the safety pin was invented in the springtime?”
“And Coca-Cola,” said Ms. Vincent, the student teacher.
“And erasers on pencils,” Ms. Rooney said.
“And baseball bats,” said Beast.
“Really?” asked Ms. Rooney.
Beast raised one shoulder in the air. “I took a guess,” he said. “It's baseball time.”
“We'll have to look that up,” said Ms. Rooney. “Good thinking anyway.”
Emily raised her hand.
She was going to say that maybe bathing suits were invented in April. Or jump ropes.
“We're going to make our own inventions,” said Ms. Rooney.
Emily put her hand down.
She didn't know one thing about making inventions.
Ms. Rooney went to the chalkboard. “We'll work together in groups,”
Emily raised her hand again.
She knew about groups.
She had been captain of a math group one time.
Maybe Ms. Rooney would let her be the head of an invention group.
“Not so fast, Emily.” said Ms. Rooney. She picked up a piece of chalk.
THINK, Ms. Rooney wrote on top of the board.
LISTEN, she wrote next.
SHARE, she wrote on the third line.
She turned to the class. “That's how we work in groups,” she said.
Emily wished Ms. Rooney would hurry up.
She wanted to get to the inventing part.
“Yes,” said Ms. Rooney. “It's important to learn how to work together. Sometimes we can get more done and—”
Linda Lorca raised her hand. “If you have a big box to carry, and a couple of people to carry it”—Linda stopped to take a breath—-“then it doesn't get dropped.”
“Right,” said Ms. Rooney.
“Snaggle doodles,” said Emily under her breath.
In front of Emily, Beast wasn't paying attention.
He pulled out a piece of paper.
Emily watched him draw a boy.
The boy was wearing a baseball suit.
Then he drew a baseball.
The ball was landing on the boy's head.
“CLUNK,” Beast wrote on the bottom of the picture.
Emily started to laugh.
Beast was laughing too.
“I hope you're listening,” Ms. Rooney told them.
Emily sat up straight.
She tried to stop giggling.
She wished she knew how to invent something.
“Now,” said Ms. Rooney. “I think we're ready.”
She looked around the room. “Linda,” she said. “You can be the head of the first group.”
Emily looked at
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