Mrs. (Bright) White to take it off the town library website and also take it out of the running for the anthology. He said, âWhy donât we call her together?â
I wanted to say, âCanât you just do it?â but he punched in her number. I was hoping a machine would pick up, but Mrs. (Bright) White said, âHello,â and Mr. Ramirez handed me the phone. I had no choice but to talk!
âHello, this is Ava Wren, and Iâm sorry,â I said, apologizing to my third grown-up in one day. I admitted that I should have given more thought to my stupid story before handing it in and said, âI wish you could just make it all go away.â
Mrs. (Bright) White said she couldnât âjust make it all go away,â but that she could remove the story from the library site. âMay I ask why?â she said, and I had to tell her that Iâd based Queen Bee on Real Bea in a not-nice way. âWell, thatâs a shame, Ava,â she said. âWhen you have talent, you owe it to yourself and others to put it to good use.â
I felt like a puppy whoâd piddled on the carpet, but I said, âIf you have a contest next year, Iâll submit a story I can stay proud of.â I hadnât expected to say that.
âAll right, itâs a deal. Iâm looking forward to reading it already.â It was funny that Mrs. (Bright) White was looking forward to reading a story I hadnât started thinking up or writing down . âAnd Iâll notify the publisher that the author of âQueen Beeâ wishes to withdraw her story.â
âThank you,â I said and added some more âIâm sorryâs for good measure.
Believe it or not, after I hung up, Mr. Ramirez apologized to me . He said, âAva, Iâm sorry this all got so out of hand and that we didnât discuss your story in the first place. In my day, kids could show poor judgment and their mistakes didnât go on their permanent record.â
âThis is going on my permanent record?!â I asked, horrified.
âNo, no. I just mean, in the age of the Internet, you have to be extra careful. Mistakes can follow you around.â I pictured my mistakes swarming after me like stinging bees.
I nodded, glad that at least Mr. Ramirez knows Iâm not a bad personâIâm just a person who did a bad thing.
AVA WHO DOES NOT WANT HER MISTAKES TO FOLLOW HER AROUND
11/21
IN OUR CAR
DEAR DIARY,
Hi from the high way.
Dad and Pip and I are driving back from shoe shopping. Dad and Pip are up front, and Iâm in the backseatâwith you.
Bea called this morning and said, âSorry about my mom.â
I said, âItâs okay.â I told Bea that my runaway story had been taken off the school website and library website and that Mrs. (Bright) White had submitted it to be in a book, but Iâd asked her to un-submit it.
âWait. Why?â
âBecause I want my story to disappear!â
âWait a sec, Ava,â Bea said. âIâm glad people in Misty Oaks wonât be reading about the evil new seventh-grader named Bea, but I donât care if kids in Alabama or Alaska do. If you can get it published, you should.â
âI donât knowâ¦â
âWell, I know. If Mrs. White thinks your story is good enough to get into a collectionââ
âBut itâs notâ â
âNever say no to yourself, Ava! Let other people do that for you. Because who knows? They might say yes.â
I wondered if sheâd gotten that from a quote book. âToo late,â I said. âI already told her to withdraw it.â
âSo un-tell her! Letâs un-tell her together! Câmon, weâre biking to the library right now! Iâm picking you up in five.â
With Bea, there was no point in even protesting, and minutes later, we were pedaling to Misty Oaks Library.
I was hoping Saturday was Mrs. (Bright) Whiteâs
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