“I should have won silver and bronze statues for my other dances, too,” she was saying.
“But the judges didn’t want the rest of the kids to feel too bad.”
Now, Margaret can be kind of a braggy girl. But today she was being even braggier than normal.
This could take a while. “How about the booklet?” I reminded her.
Margaret blew some invisible dust off the statue and put it back carefully.
She pushed aside a big spelling bee plaque on her bottom shelf and pulled out a blue booklet.
I reached for it, but she yanked it away. “Germs,” she said, glaring at my hands. Then she sat on the couch and began to read.
“‘It’s good to have Margaret in our class because she is very organized.’ ‘I like having Margaret in class because she is neat.’ ‘Margaret is an extra-clean girl.’”
I sat down beside her and looked over, to see if she was fake-reading all those compliments. Nope, I saw with my own eyes—the page was full of stuff like that.
It’s good to have Margaret in class because her hair is so shiny I can almost see myself in it! wrote Alexis.
