âWhat do you suppose ancient Rome would have looked like?â Mr. Gatlin asked the students in his fifth-grade history class at Weber Day School. âPut yourself right smack in the middle of 44 BC.â
Delaney Noonan closed her eyes and tried to picture it. She saw lots of old buildings, fountains, courtyards, columns, and men walking around in white togas. Then her mind wandered off somewhere far, far away to a vision of a very modern Italy. She suddenly saw pizza, pasta, and Italian gelatoâand those ooey, gooey mozzarella sticks she loved dipped in marinara sauce!
âDelaney?â The sound of Mr. Gâs voice made her eyes fly open. She was pretty sure he had heard her stomach growl.
âSorry!â she replied, shaking off the daydream. âI spaced out there for a sec. I was thinking Roma Pizzeriaânot ancient Rome. I could almost taste it!â She wiped a little drool out of the corner of her mouth.
âYou havenât painted a single backdrop for the play,â her teacher said, pointing to the blank roll of paper in front of her. âHow is our class supposed to put on Julius Caesar with no Roman scenery?â
Delaney stared down at her paints and brush. âWell, how am I supposed to paint ancient Romeâs aqueducts with no white paint?â she protested. âThe only colors left are red and yellowâor orange if I mix them together.â
âYou could paint gladiator blood,â Ryan, a boy in her class, suggested.
âEww!â shrieked Sophie Spivac, Delaneyâs BFF at Weber. âThatâs disgusting.â
âNo, Ryan has a point,â their teacher said. âAncient Roman times were tough and filled with battles and bloodshed.â
Delaney shrugged. âThat still doesnât solve the problem of no more white paint,â she insisted. She dramatically draped a hand over her brow. âI canât be expected to work under these conditions. Itâs so, soâ¦amateur!â
âIâm sorry you feel that way,â Mr. G said. âI thought youâd dive into the role of Caesar and be excited to help out with the sets.â
âI am,â she said halfheartedly. âIâm happy I got the lead in the playâbut Iâm afraid itâs going to be awful.â Mr. G frownedâheâd been working on the play with the class for weeks. But even he had to admit it was off to an awful start: there were no art supplies to create authentic sets, and the costumes were ridiculous.
âHow am I supposed to play a Roman emperor in this?â she asked her teacher. She held up a green polka-dot bedsheet that someone had donated. âYou call this a toga?â
She pointed across the room at her friend Sophie, who was busy stitching her costume together. âAnd have you seen what Brutusâs toga looks like? A sheet with pink kitties on it?â
Sophie nodded. âBrutus stabbed Caesar. Heâs not really the pink-kitty type.â
Mr. G sighed. âI hear you, but there is nothing I can do about it. We have to make do. Thereâs no more money in the school budget.â
âSays who?â Delaney challenged him.
âSays the student council who decides where to allocate school funds,â Mr. G explained. âThis year, money went to the after-school soccer programâ¦and the new computer labâ¦and the new flag hanging from the pole in the yard.â
âBut itâs just not fair!â Delaney insisted. âSomething has to be done!â
Mr. G handed her a flier. âThen do it,â he said. âThereâs an election coming up for next semesterâs new student government officers. Why donât you run for fifth-grade president? Then you can fix all the things you donât think are fair in the school.â
âMe?â Delaney stammered. âPresident?â
âI think youâd make an awesome class president!â Sophie
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