CHAPTER 1 Oh look There’s my dress Aggie squealed loud enough to be heard all the way to Astoria let alone acrost our small school cafeteria She snickered with some other girls and everyone looked at me as I made my miserable way to the farthest table I was nine and in the fourth grade when I finally figured out the true meaning of enough is enough So it’s not as though I wasn’t ready for it This girl Aggie Steen centerpiece of the sixth grade girls table had been saying oh look there’s my dress all day first on the walk to school then in the girls can then echoing in the halls and now in the cafeteria I set down my tray went over to Aggie and stood in front of her 1
RANDALL PLATT I loved that dress she cooed to her pals when I was in third grade I stood my ground and stared at her cool as I could be and then I started to unbutton the dress First the pasty pearly type buttons at the lacy neck and going right down to the frayed belt at the waist and then unzipping the sticky zipper Well things were getting pretty quiet at the Queen Bee table In fact by the time I stepped out of the dress all eyes were on me including Mrs Adams’s the principal But criminently I had to do it Here You can have the dress back It smells like a hog trough I wadded up the dress and tossed it on Aggie’s hot lunch the belt whapping her in the face Her milk spilled and she screamed and jumped up and called me something pretty awful And there stands me in my cheesy cotton slip scarred knobby knees hairy legs skinny arms and all I returned to my table took my lunch and walked toward Mrs Adams Even her face was blank her eyes and mouth both wide open It was quiet as death in the cafeteria How many days I asked Mrs Adams getting it over with before she got her senses back Three she mumbled I’ll send over your homework assignments But that day I learned two lessons and they didn’t have anything to do with homework assignments Number one 2
