Asking for Trouble: 1 (London Confidential) by Byrd Sandra

Author:Byrd, Sandra [Byrd, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: JUVENILE FICTION / Religious / Christian
ISBN: 9781414360263
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Published: 2012-05-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Once I’d turned in my answers for the advice column contest, the whole next week was practically a washout as far as schoolwork was concerned. And at home it was even worse, because there weren’t even any teachers to keep me on track. I tried to concentrate—really! But I knew that Jack and Julia were reading the sample columns this week. Jack said he would tell everyone privately—since the submissions were private. I just didn’t know how I’d find out.

So here’s how my week went.

Monday. The week started off okay. My stomach was a little queasy from fried clams at Fishcoteque, but I had only myself to blame for that. I talked with Gwennie and Jill. I used every last ounce of concentration not to mess up the science experiment, because I figured I had nine friendship lives with them and I’d already used up eight. Or seven, at least. When I got home that day, my chore was laundry.

I was thinking all about how the Dear Cousin Savvy column could be formatted and threw everything into the wash at once—hot water. So much for my green-black-pink jumper. I went to take it out of the washer and was horrified to find that the body had shrunk to doll size while the arms looked like long snakes. I buried it, and Mom’s ruined blue silk shirt, deep in the garbage and hoped nobody would notice.

Tuesday. I was called in front of the maths class for chewing gum. I knew we weren’t supposed to have gum, and normally I don’t, but I’d forgotten to swallow it on the way to school that morning. As I walked up the row to throw it in the dustbin, I heard this creepy guy who had stared at me all semester whisper an old playground poem. “The gum-chewing girl and the cud-chewing cow are so alike, yet different somehow. Ah yes, I see the difference now. It’s the intelligent look on the face of the cow!”

“Clever,” I whispered to him with as stinging a look as I could force as I passed him on my way back to my seat. I saw Hazelle grinning behind her grid paper notebook—not with me, but with him. He smiled at her and she blushed. Aha! The Ice Maiden had a crush. I didn’t really want to be known as the Cud Chewer.

Wednesday. It was my turn to water the houseplants, and my mother insisted I do it outside—even though it was freezing out. She didn’t want the water dripping and warping Aunt Maude’s floors. So I hauled out the fern, the ficus, and the crazy yucca plant and set them on the small patio. I put on my iPod and watered each plant. I waited two full songs to make sure no more water was going to drip out of the bottom of the pots and ruin Aunt Maude’s floors. Then I hauled them all in.

A few minutes later I was getting ready to kick back on

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