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ISBN-10: B00OXPXDIY
Pages: 17
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Jessica Martin wants to play an angel but she's a bum.
Jessica Martin wants to play the lead angel in her school Christmas Pageant but she is forced to play a bum instead.
She has a dream where she must defeat the evil fib fairy with the help of a young hobo she meets while riding on a train.
Excerpt
Mrs Jordan was as wide as a bull and she stood in front of the class her hands on her hips and shaking her head. 'Class,' Mrs. Jordan said in her croaky voice. 'If you don't be quiet, I can't tell you which students got what parts in the school Christmas Pageant."I sat up straight. I put my knees under me and touched the ground with my shoes. I held in my breath, in anticipation. She placed a note card on each kid's desk. Each note card gave the actor's name and which part he or she would play. 'Beggar child,' I thought.
I let out all the air I had been holding in and my lips sounded like a balloon deflating. I slid down in my seat. 'Yes, ha ha,' I heard Judy Miller exclaim. "Lead angel.'
'She looked at me and smiled. I shot her a mean look. She just stuck out her tongue at me. I looked away, folding my arms across my thin chest. 'Why does that jerk get to be the lead angel and I'm stuck being a dumb beggar?'After class, I walked right up to Mrs. Jordan and whined. 'Mrs. Jordan,'I complained.
'Yes, child?'
'Why did Judy get to be the angel and why do I have to be the stupid beggar?'
'The beggar is an important part; why don't you want to be the beggar?'
I rolled my eyes. 'Because I want to be the angel.'
'I see,' Mrs. Jordan said, rubbing her chin. 'And what makes you want to be the angel?'
'The angel gets to wear a pretty blue robe and be on stage the longest.'
'I see, well, I have made my choice and I am afraid the parts are staying the way they are.'
'Ugh,' I grunted, throwing my hands up in the air and stomping out of Mrs. Jordan's classroom.
I didn't talk to anyone on the bus ride home, even my best friend Stephanie. She pouted. 'You don't have to be rude; I was just going to ask you a question.'
I just stared out the window. Silent, arms folded across my narrow chest. I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. The corners of her mouth and her head hung low. I thought about when we were both five years old and she beat up, Todd Monroe, the bully that used to live down the street from me, from the time I was born till shortly after Stephanie beat the boy up. 'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I'm just bummed I just didn't get the lead angel in the Christmas pageant.'
'Well, I bet Judy's a witch and she cast a spell on Mrs. Jordan, and that's why she cast her as the lead angel.'
My mouth spilled open. 'Om goodness,' I said. 'That makes so much sense, you're a genius!'
'I should be a detective,' Stephanie bragged.
'You'd make a great detective,' I chimed in.
She smiled and gave a quick nod. When dinner time came, I didn't have much of an appetite. I sat there prodding my peas with a fork. Mom looked at me and raised an eyebrow. 'What's wrong?'
'Nothing,' I mumbled.
'Don't feed the fib fairy, he's plenty fat already,' Mom said.,
'I think Mrs. Jordan hates me.'
Mom frowned. 'Why do you think that, angel?'
Tears welled up in my eyes. 'She won't let me play the angel in the Christmas Pageant.'
'Well, what part did you get?'
I groaned. 'The stupid beggar.'
Mom chuckled. 'What's wrong with that?'
'The beggar only has one crummy line.'
'I see, so what's the line?'
'Merry Christmas.'
'Sounds like a nice line.'
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