ask.
âItâs a surprise,â Natalie says.
âI would like to know now.â
âMandy!â Mrs. Spangle yells from across the room. âMeet me at my desk, please.â I stand up slowly and walk across the classroom with my head down.
âOoh, Polka Dotâs in trouble,â Dennis whispers from behind me, but I do not say anything back because I do not want Mrs. Spangle to yell my name again. Even if she is getting on my nerves right now, I still want her to like me more than she likes Dennis.
Mrs. Spangle sits in her chair when we both reach her desk so that she can look straight into my eyes. âWhatâs going on with you today?â
I shrug my shoulders because I do not know how to answer that.
âIâd like a reason for why youâre being so difficult.â
I look down at my shoes sadly and wiggle my toes inside of them. âI just really like my sunglasses,â I tell her softly. I look up quickly to see Mrs. ÂSpangleâs face, and she is smiling at me then, just a little bit. So she cannot be too angry with me if she is smiling.
âYou know, I like my sunglasses, too,â Mrs. Spangle tells me. âBut that still doesnât mean I wear them inside the school. Got it?â
I nod my head, because I think I am almost done being in trouble.
âBut more importantly, when I ask you to do something, I need you to follow directions,â Mrs. Spangle continues. âThe first time.â
âOkay, I will try,â I say, because that is the truth.
âI hope so,â Mrs. Spangle says. âYou were being very ornery just now.â
âWhatâs that?â I ask her.
âOrnery? It means youâre being hard to get along with,â Mrs. Spangle explains.
âLike a crankypants?â
âSomething like that.â Mrs. Spangle smiles at me again, and she reaches out her hand toward mine. âSo do we have a deal? No more ornery behavior?â
âDeal!â I reach out my hand and shake hers firmly.
âGood. Now get back to your seatwork, pleaseâthe faster you get your work done, the sooner recess will seem to get here. And you know what that means?â
âFancy-dancy sunglasses time,â I answer. âWahoo!â
âNow get to it.â Mrs. Spangle points me back toward my desk, and I trot away and finish my seatwork in a lick and a split.
Natalieâs note is still resting on top of my desk, so I flip it over and write on the other side: What is the surprise? I glance at Mrs. Spangleâs desk to see if she is watching me, and I wonder if passing this note back to Natalie is something that she will consider âornery.â I think as long as I am quiet about it, I will be okay, so when I am sure Mrs. Spangle isnât watching, I reach over and tap Natalie on the elbow before dropping the paper in her lap. I watch Natalie read the note out of the corner of my eye, and in teeny-tiny letters, she writes one back to me. She drops the paper on the floor in between our chairs, and I reach down to grab it, again without making one sound.
You will love it , Natalie has written, but I am not sure how Natalie is so certain that she knows what I love. She is not Anya, after all.
âWhat is the surprise?â I ask Natalie the second the lunch aides open the doors leading to the playground. I pull my fancy-dancy sunglasses out of my lunch box and stick them on my nose, even though the sun is hiding behind the clouds.
âIâll show you on the swings,â Natalie tells me, and she is grinning like she has a special secret.
âDo you know?â I ask Anya.
âNope,â Anya answers, and she begins to skip ahead of us.
âOh, come on,â I say to Natalie. âStop holding your horses.â
âOkay,â Natalie answers, and she reaches into the pocket of her jacket. Slowly, she pulls out her hand and uncurls her fingers, revealing what she is
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