an argument.
I just sigh, because I have walked right into that crazy, invisible Anthony wall once more. It’s hard to avoid it, really.
“But Merry Christmas early, Emma,” Anthony says. “Even though you’re so wrong about stuff. And I am going to get a fire truck, because I already seen it in the hall closet.”
“Congratulations,” I tell him. “And Merry Christmas early to you, too, by the way.”
“What- ever,” Anthony says, busy with a few construction paper strips once more.
But then he flashes me a sideways grin, and all of a sudden I feel sure that everything is going to be okay.
I’m pretty sure, anyway!
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You are always the boss—of other kids, anyway—when you are at your own house. That’s the rule, even though no one ever wrote it down.
Until now.
“Oh, let’s not get carried away, Cynthia,” I say, which is actually something my mom says to me fairly often. Only she calls me Emma , not Cynthia , of course.
Mom says “in a pickle” when she means that a person is in trouble. Or else she says “in a jam.” She likes food talk, I guess.
Annie Pat and I are getting ready for Thanksgiving—ten days away, Mom says—by stretching our stomachs. You have to do this from the inside, with food, because outside stretching doesn’t work. We already tried that.
I take a deep breath. “I want this gold star to be yours, in honor of us being such excellent friends.” And I give her one of my stars—a little slowly, but I do it.
And it’s my best star, too.
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I just sigh, because I have walked right into that crazy, invisible Anthony wall once more. It’s hard to avoid it, really.
“But Merry Christmas early, Emma,” Anthony says. “Even though you’re so wrong about stuff. And I am going to get a fire truck, because I already seen it in the hall closet.”
“Congratulations,” I tell him. “And Merry Christmas early to you, too, by the way.”
“What- ever,” Anthony says, busy with a few construction paper strips once more.
But then he flashes me a sideways grin, and all of a sudden I feel sure that everything is going to be okay.
I’m pretty sure, anyway!
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Turn the page to peek inside more Books featuringg the irrepressible Emma . . .
You are always the boss—of other kids, anyway—when you are at your own house. That’s the rule, even though no one ever wrote it down.
Until now.
“Oh, let’s not get carried away, Cynthia,” I say, which is actually something my mom says to me fairly often. Only she calls me Emma , not Cynthia , of course.
Mom says “in a pickle” when she means that a person is in trouble. Or else she says “in a jam.” She likes food talk, I guess.
Annie Pat and I are getting ready for Thanksgiving—ten days away, Mom says—by stretching our stomachs. You have to do this from the inside, with food, because outside stretching doesn’t work. We already tried that.
I take a deep breath. “I want this gold star to be yours, in honor of us being such excellent friends.” And I give her one of my stars—a little slowly, but I do it.
And it’s my best star, too.
Other books about emma
Only Emma
Not-So-Weird Emma
Super Emma
Best Friend Emma
Excellent Emma
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