Ramona Quimby 06 - Ramona Quimby, Age 8

Author:Beverly Cleary [Cleary, Beverly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-12-04T11:23:18+00:00

“What if you have to back up?” asked Ramona.

“With luck I won’t have to,” her mother answered. “Hurry along now.”

“So long, Ramona,” said Mr. Quimby.

Ramona could see that he was more concerned with the car than with her. Perhaps this knowledge made her feet seem heavier than usual as she plodded off to her bus stop.

The ride to school seemed longer than usual.

When Yard Ape said, “Hi, Egghead,” she did not bother to answer, “Deviled Egghead to you,” as she had planned.

When school started, Ramona sat quietly filling spaces in her workbook, trying to insert the right numbers into the right spaces but not much caring if she failed. Her head felt heavy, and her fingers did not want to move.

She thought of telling Mrs.Whaley that she did not feel good, but her teacher was busy writing a list of words on the blackboard and would probably think anyone who interrupted was a nuisance.

Ramona propped her head on her fist, looking at twenty-six glass jars of blue oatmeal. Oh-h-h. She did not want to think about blue oatmeal or white oatmeal or any oatmeal at all. She sat motionless, hoping the terrible feeling would go away. She knew she should tell her teacher, but by now Ramona was too miserable even to raise her hand. If she did not move, not even her little finger or 103

an eyelash, she might feel better.

Go away, blue oatmeal, thought Ramona, and then she knew that the most terrible, horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could happen was going to happen. Please, God, don’t let me. . . . Ramona prayed too late.

The terrible, horrible, dreadful, awful thing happened. Ramona threw up. She threw up right there on the floor in front of everyone.

One second her breakfast was where it belonged. Then everything in her middle seemed to go into reverse, and there was her breakfast on the floor.

Ramona had never felt worse in her whole life.Tears of shame welled in her eyes as she was aware of the shock and horror of everyone around her. She heard Mrs.Whaley say,

“Oh, dear—Marsha, take Ramona to the office. Danny, run and tell Mr. Watts that someone threw up. Children, you may hold your noses and file into the hall until Mr.

Watts comes and cleans up.”

104

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.