Poppy Mayberry, the Monday by Jennie Brown

Author:Jennie Brown [Brown, Jennie K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic, action adventure, fantasy, paranormal, supernatural, social issues, friendship
ISBN: 9781944816711
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC
Published: 2016-08-31T07:00:00+00:00

“Now tell me about the progress you’ve been making.” Mr. Grimeley said in his squeaky voice. A pen hovered over a notebook that sat on his baggy pants. I stared at the center of his face, pretty sure that his nostrils had gotten even bigger over the last few days. If we looked hard enough, maybe we would find our stuff hidden up there.

Ellie made snorting noises in an attempt to hold back a laugh. I was pretty sure she had read that thought right out of my head.

“Mr. Prince, you go first,” Mr. Grimeley sneered.

Logan looked at me, winked, and then began. “It’s going a lot better than that first day. I disappeared on command in my power intensive class today.” He stopped there, not wanting to give away too much information … just like we had all agreed.

Nostril-man Grimeley wriggled in his seat a little and then scribbled down some notes.

“Are you writing this stuff down to report back to Mrs. Larriby?” Sam asked, taking him off guard.

“I … oh … don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mr. Grimeley said totally unconvincingly while giggling erratically. Such an odd man. “Of course not. No. The answer is no. Nope,” he babbled and then ended the babbling with a loud snort.

Strange little man.

He quickly changed the subject. “And what about you, Miss Mayberry?”

I was getting so tired of all these adults calling us by our last names. Seriously, my parents named me Poppy for a reason. Just use Poppy for goodness’s sake.

“Well. Not so well,” I said, much more convincingly than Mr. Grimeley’s lie.

Logan, Sam, and Ellie frowned in (fake) concern.

“Miss Maggie asked us to paint a smiley face on a canvas today in order to practice control.”

Mr. Grimeley wrote down everything I said, word for word, surely to report back to Mrs. Larriby later. “Continue, Miss Mayberry,” he pushed.

Ugh. It’s Poppy.

“And just when I had the brush touching the canvas, it flew across the room and hit Matilda right on the behind. Her butt was totally sky blue. She looked like a smurf!”

Everyone in the teeny office giggled. Minus Mr. Grimeley. His pen vigorously wrote on the paper. But behind that stoic appearance, there was a tiniest hint of a smirk. He loved thinking my powers were not coming along at all. Nice.

Okay, so maybe I was purposefully mixing up my facts a little. My brush did, in fact, fly to the ground, but I used my powers to get it back up. Tara’s (one of the three “T” sisters) brush was the one that actually hit Matilda in the butt.

Sam stared directly into Mr. Grimeley’s eyes. He moved his index finger up and down, and up and down. Each time it went up, the lamplight on Mr. Grimeley’s desk went out. Each time his finger went down, the light came back on. He was totally toying with him, and I loved every second of it.

“And I am really struggling with mine,” Sam boasted while continuing the flicking of the lights on and off.

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