A Cast is the Perfect Accessory by Allison Gutknecht; Stevie Lewis

Author:Allison Gutknecht; Stevie Lewis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

CHAPTER 6

Jump, Jump, Splat !

THE TWINS ARE CRYING WHEN I get home from school, which is not a shock because the twins are always crying.

“How was your day?” Mom asks as they wail, and I say, “Fine,” even though it was not.

“I am going outside,” I tell Mom. “Timmy is not allowed to come.”

“Timmy is taking a nap,” Mom says. “And no funny business today, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” I answer, and I open the back door.

“Mandy,” Mom calls behind me. “I mean it—you be on your best behavior out there.”

“Okay,” I answer, and I say the “kay” part super-duper loud, so Mom knows I heard her. I walk over to our swing set and sit on the swing farthest from the kitchen window. I pump my legs back and forth, and the swing rises in the air quickly. I may not be any good at the monkey bars, but I am an excellent swinger.

I pull my arms back and forth on the rope handles and move my body front and back at the same time as my legs. I swing as high as I can—so high that I could touch the moon if it were nighttime. I would jump off this swing right now, like the fourth graders do on the playground, except I do not know how to do that exactly.

I pump my legs back and forth very strongly, and push my body against the wind. I whizz through the air, my hair falling out of my ponytail and my nose so close to the clouds that I think I can smell them.

“What you doing, Mandy?” Timmy wanders out the back door and over toward the swing set.

“Why are you out here?” I ask. “I told Mom you were not allowed to come.”

Timmy shrugs. “I wake up. What you doing?”

“Jumping off the swing,” I tell him, even though I have not actually done that yet.

“I try too,” Timmy says, and he pulls himself onto the swing next to me.

“You do not know how to jump off swings,” I tell him. “You are a baby.”

“I jump off steps,” Timmy tells me.

“That is not even the same because—” I begin, but then I stop myself. I feel my eyes spread out wider and wider into humongous pancakes.

Because Timmy has just given me a great idea.

I hop off the swing and jog toward the back door.

“Where you going, Mandy?” Timmy calls after me, but I do not answer him. I do not have time to talk to preschoolers when I have finally found a way to make my week better in a big way. I run through the house until I am at the bottom of the steps, then I climb up the first one. I turn around, jump as high as I can in the air, and land on the ground.

On two feet.

So I turn and climb up two steps and jump high in the air again.

And I still land on two feet.

“What you doing, Mandy?” Timmy appears around the corner.

“Shh. Mom cannot hear.

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