CHAPTER 1
Fancy-Dancy Copycats
MRS. SPANGLE IS GETTING ON MY NERVES.
Sometimes Mrs. Spangle is the best second-grade teacher in the universe, and other times she is not. Today she is not, because we do not agree about when I should be allowed to wear my fancy-dancy sunglasses. Grandmom gave me these sunglasses, and they are just amazing, if I am being honest. Only, Mrs. Spangle does not think they are as amazing as I do, because when I put them on while I am doing my seatwork, I hear her clear her throat, and she does not do so very quietly either. I look over at her through my sunglasses, and she is staring right at me.
âMandy,â she begins, âyou know the rule about no sunglasses inside the school.â She gestures for me to take them off and then looks down at her desktop.
I glance at the list of eight rules for our classroom, which hangs next to the board, then I shoot my hand in the air. When Mrs. Spangle does not call on me, I start to wave it, still wearing my sunglasses.
âYes?â Mrs. Spangle finally sees me.
âThere is no rule about sunglasses,â I say quietly, pointing to the list. âSo I will just wear these, okay?â
âNot okay,â Mrs. Spangle says, and she begins rustling in her desk drawer. She pulls out a black marker, walks over to our CLASSROOM RULES sign, and takes the cap off. âSorry to interrupt your work, boys and girls, but who can tell me some accessories we are not allowed to wear inside the school building?â
Hands shoot in the air all around me, but I just cross my arms and slouch down in my seat.
âYes, Julia?â Mrs. Spangle calls.
âHats,â Julia answers.
âRight.â Mrs. Spangle begins writing a new ruleânumber nineâon our list. âNo hats. . . . What else? Natalie?â
âSunglasses,â Natalie answers, and I give her a dirty look, which is a waste because she cannot even see it through my sunglasses.
âAhem.â Mrs. Spangle clears her throat again at me, but I pretend not to hear her. She writes sunglasses next to hats on our new rule number nine. âWhat else?â
âPolka-dot underwear!â Dennis calls out super loudly, and I whip around in my seat real fast and stick my tongue out at him.
âNo underwear talk in school, Dennis,â Mrs. Spangle says. âIâll tell you whatâIâm going to finish this rule with âNo hats, sunglasses, or other outdoor accessories can be worn in the classroom.â â She dots the new rule with a period, even though I think it would be better with an exclamation mark, and she turns to face me. Mrs. Spangle and I stare at each other in silence.
âMandy, sunglasses off. Now,â she finally says, so I pull the sunglasses off of my face and fold them on top of my desk.
âInside your desk, please,â Mrs. Spangle continues, and I donât know what she has against Âfancy-dancy sunglasses. âYou can wear them when youâre outside at recess, but not one minute before.â I place my sunglasses inside my desk and cover them with a sheet of construction paper to protect them.
Anya leans over and whispers in my ear, âSorry about your sunglasses,â and this is why Anya is my favorite person in the world, at least most of the time. Because she understands what a tragedy it is to not be able to wear your Âfancy-dancy sunglasses during seatwork.
I nod my head sadly at her, and then I feel a tap on my elbow. I turn, and Natalie is holding out her hand in a fist toward me, real low so Mrs. Spangle cannot see.
âWhat is it?â I whisper-yell at her.
Natalie shakes her fist up and down. âTake it,â she whispers.
I reach out my hand toward hers, and she drops a slip of paper in my palm. I open it carefully so that it doesnât make any crinkling sounds. I have a surprise to show you at recess, I read .
I turn to her. âWhat is it?â I
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