Poppy Mayberry, The Monday

Poppy Mayberry, The Monday — page 5 — on the SMART Board directly behind Mrs Flannagan The pieces scattered across the floor A few of them even hit grossy Mark His dirty finger immediately pulled out of his nose Who did that Ellie’s head whipped around and her hair smacked Veronica in the face Ellie’s eyes searched down the rows one by one She was using her powers on us yet again But at that point who was I to comment on using powers I put her in this position in the first place by using mine I thought so at least Before she got into my head I quickly changed to thoughts of my dog Pickle If Ellie looked in she would see dog poop and dirty fur Nothing that could incriminate me for what just happened But someone knew it was me Veronica smirked I winked back Poppy Mayberry Mrs Flannagan’s nostrils flared as she stomped toward me like a big red bull charging How dare you use your powers in this classroom Her pudgy hand pointed about a foot above the door to a plaque stating the number-one rule of Nova Elementary NO POWER USAGE Although I should have been ashamed of the awful trick I had just played I couldn’t stop the giant smile from spreading across my face Finally My telekinesis was here That’s when I knew that I Poppy Rose

Poppy Mayberry, The Monday — page 6 — Mayberry was officially a Monday

Poppy Mayberry, The Monday — page 7 — Chapter Two Pickle’s wet tongue licked my face my wakeup call just about every morning I thought about forcing her to jump off the bed using my mind but decided not to Her five-pound furry self was just too darn cute Plus it could have ended badly I know what you want I said scratching her in her favorite place right behind her ears Pickle rolled over onto her back and begged me to rub her belly So I reached my hand under her turquoise-and-purple trimmed doggy pajamas and did just what she wanted Her little beady eyes looked toward her brush in the puffy purple dog bed next to my dresser A high pitched whimper escaped from her lips Such a princess I could have easily jumped off my bed taken two steps and

Poppy Mayberry, The Monday — page 8 — grabbed the brush What was the point of being a Monday if I didn’t use my gift I concentrated hard and imagined the brush lifting out of the plush bed and landing in my hand But it didn’t Instead at what seemed like 200 miles-per-hour it flew over my full-sized bed bounced into the bright yellow wall and crashed into the silver jewelry tree in the opposite corner of the room Pickle yipped and her nails that desperately needed trimming ticked on the wood floor as she ran out of the room Fail The plastic brush bristles were all tangled up in my dangling necklace tree The beads clinked and clanged together sounding like the wind chimes on the back porch I never liked those wind chimes Good morning Poppy Mom plopped down on my purple striped down comforter and kissed the top of my head Her red poufy hair bounced with the bed Pickle hesitantly entered the room again Were you just practicing She looked at me with concern Sadness I wasn’t sure Both she and Dad had been waiting for me to gain total control over my Monday power but it just hadn’t happened yet which was a total bummer I frowned taking in the scene around me So you were practicing Mom’s own necklaces and silver bracelets clinked and clanged together as she attempted to untangle

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