Sing With Me, Lucy McGee by Mary Amato & Jessica Meserve

Author:Mary Amato & Jessica Meserve
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Holiday House
Published: 2019-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

“Let’s ask Resa if she wants to sing with us,” I said. “Maybe if she says yes, then Saki and Natalie and Pablo will all say yes.”

Scarlett, Victoria, and Mara were standing by the doors.

Scarlett saw me and started laughing. And then Victoria and Mara did, too. They were laughing at my hair.

The sound of laughter is a happy thing, my dad says. Well, it’s not a happy sound when mean girls are laughing at your hair.

I did the only thing I could think of doing. I turned around and started to walk home.

The bell rang.

Phillip chased after me. “Lucy, what are you doing?”

“I’m feeling sick,” I said. “I’m going home.”

“I’m feeling sick, too,” Phillip said. “I think I’ll go home.”

He took another sip.

“Phillip, why are you drinking when you feel sick?”

He got a funny look on his face. “I’m trying to grow faster.”

What Scarlett had said about being short had gotten to him! Poor Phillip. I knew how he felt.

We made it to where the sidewalk started when Mr. Hopkin saw us. He had morning bus duty.

“Wrong direction,” he said.

“I need to go home,” Phillip said. “I have a problem with my stomach.”

“I need to go home, too,” I said. “I have a problem with my head.”

He turned us both around and pointed us toward the school doors. “Get to class. No dawdling. No stopping. You’re already late.”

What would Mr. Hopkin know about bad hair? He doesn’t even have any!

As we walked back into the building, Phillip started burping. Quickly, I pulled the hair bands off and undid all the braids. It felt different.

“Is my hair puffy?” I asked Phillip.

“Very.” He nodded and rubbed his stomach. He looked even more sick.

“I think sleeping with my hair braided made it wavy,” I said. “Does it look good?”

He shrugged. “I liked it fine the old way.”

It was the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. He was about to take the last sip of milk, but I stopped him. “Phillip Lee, you are not too short.”

He gave me a weak smile and tossed the carton into a recycling bin.

By the time we walked in, everybody had put away their backpacks and were sitting at their desks. They all looked at us.

And then Scarlett started laughing. Again.

I went over to the mirror by Mr. Chomper’s cage and looked. The bottom half of my hair was crazy wavy. The top half of my hair was sticking up. Even Mr. Chomper the hamster was laughing.

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