Frankie Sparks and the Lucky Charm by Megan Frazer Blakemore

Author:Megan Frazer Blakemore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2020-02-18T00:00:00+00:00

Frankie grinned. “Yeah, and a tool belt, too.” She really wanted a tool belt. She was thinking of making one for herself, but she would need to learn how to use the sewing machine. In the meantime, she drew a new leprechaun—a girl—and gave her a tool belt. This one said, There’s no trap I can’t outsmart!

Ms. Burman, the art teacher, came and peered over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you were working on a comic.” Ms. Burman tapped Frankie’s paper. “What happened to your sculpture of Mae Jemison’s rocket?”

“I’m taking a break from that,” Frankie replied. “This is a new project. An urgent project.”

Ms. Burman always let them decide for themselves what they were going to work on. She talked a lot about the process of making art and how each artist approached each project in a different way, so she let them work at their own pace on their own projects. For Frankie, art was a lot like engineering, so she loved being in Ms. Burman’s studio.

“Urgent art?” Ms. Burman asked.

“I designed a leprechaun trap, and now I’m making it foolproof,” Frankie said. “These are all the ways it could fail.”

Ms. Burman nodded. “You’ve certainly given a lot of movement to that leprechaun character. And I love your use of color.”

“Thanks,” Frankie said.

Ms. Burman grinned. Frankie was pretty sure that Ms. Burman had light-bulb moments, just like she did. “I think a really neat project would be to share these drawings along with your trap. It would be a view into the engineer’s mind!”

Frankie liked that idea. “Okay! Once I’m done not catching a leprechaun, I’ll bring the trap in.”

“Not catching?” Ms. Burman asked.

“It’s my leprechaun,” Maya explained. “But Frankie doesn’t believe in it.”

“So you’re trying to prove it doesn’t exist by not catching it?” Ms. Burman asked.

“Correct!” Frankie replied. “That’s why the trap needs to be foolproof.”

“Well, keep me posted,” Ms. Burman said. Then she went over to another table, where Suki was working with William on a model of the Parthenon.

Luke, who was sitting at the table behind Frankie, leaned back in his chair. “Just stomp on it,” he said.

“What?” Frankie asked.

“If you want the trap to fail, stomp on it. If you can stomp on it and it doesn’t break, then it’s fail-proof.” He swung his fist, clutching his paintbrush, down onto the table as he spoke. Little drops of green paint went everywhere.

“It’s not that simple,” Frankie said. “Even if a leprechaun were big enough to squash it, which it’s not—”

“How do you know?” Luke asked.

“I just do. Leprechauns are small,” Frankie answered.

“Have you ever seen one?” he asked.

“Of course I haven’t,” she told him. “They aren’t real.”

“Then how do you know how big they are?”

This question was a real conundrum. Her mind had just started to spin on it when Lila said, “I believe in leprechauns. And fairies and elves and all of those magical things.”

“Not me,” Ravi said. He put down his paintbrush. He had been working on a watercolor of the river that flowed through the town.

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