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
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
Pickle’s brush from the web of cord and beads Seriously Mom I rolled my eyes I think you know the answer to that I said grabbing an orange pendant necklace from her hand and securing it around my neck Just like pretty girl Ellie Preston my mom was born on a Thursday in Nova so she can read minds too Of course it’s not always super fun having a mom who reads your thoughts Honey you will master those powers soon enough Mom said for like the millionth time this week reading me yet again Or maybe the frown on my freckled face was a dead giveaway Gosh I hoped she was right It had been a year since that first Monday power experience and although I had made a little bit of progress with it I was far from totally Monday-ing it up When that whole thing and awesome thing I might add happened with prissy Ellie’s headband I had thought it would be much easier to adjust to being a Monday I assumed that it would come as easily to me as it did for everyone else at Nova As the rest of the year went on I watched everyone in my class quickly move along with their powers everyone except me Luke Bender he’s a Wednesday used his electricity manipulation power to turn off the lights on the last day of school only four days
after first discovering it Sarah Simmion a disappearing Friday got so mad with Mrs Flannagan one day that she vanished from class and then invisibly walked back home three weeks after her first disappearing episode Right in the middle of class She was promptly called to Principal Wobble-Wible’s office the next morning Even Mitchell Weiss the teleporting Tuesday who had to repeat the fifth grade three times mastered his power over the summer only two months I rest my case As for my Monday power I soon learned that whole incident with Ellie’s headband was just a fluke and I was way behind everyone else Bummer I thought back to the headband incident once again We are just so proud of our little Poppy Rose Mayberry our precious Monday my Dad had said that first day ruffling my spirally orange hair that I had so carefully pulled back in a ponytail Do you know how difficult it is to get every single crazy curly piece of out-of-control hair secured back in a band Being a guy my dad obviously didn’t I had told him and Mom about the headband incident over dinner that first night Of course Mom already knew about it Well how about a little demonstration then she had said pushing the serving bowl of spaghetti my way Now just nice and slow
